Mental Skillness
Long time coming, long time running
I'm like nothing you heard before
Furthermore, I'm not frontin'
You won't hear nothin'
'Bout all my riches with all-white bitches
Future misgivings and this is not living
No seatbelt 'cause I'm just not driven
Lacking ambition with 20|10 vision
Pulled to the ground by my mind's apparition
Slipping, slipping, this shit is my mission
Blueprints of darker depths built without architects
Markin' text, heart effects, everyone's grinning
Starter kit marketed only for startin' shit
Wishing I'm different, I'm sick of misgivings
What is the point when the world keeps on spinning?
Spinning, spinning, inflicted condition
I'm just not winning and I can't compete with it
I'm just a freak I guess, is there a bleaker test?
I need to reconnect with my deceitfulness
This must be why no one ever does speak of this
Bleak abyss, fighting a well of emotions and notions
Commotion provoking just to evoke an emotion
Just hoping I'm not too late to become relevant
Roommates with elephants, two-faced intelligence
Who placed the suitcase of shoelace as evidence?
That was a separate incident, don't mention it
Fuck am I saying? I put it on paper and now it's recorded
Reported, distorted
I should be mortified, but I'm not
I'm just not, I'm just gettin' my second wind
Stuck in a hole, fill this plot of a pessimist
Yo, I'm mildly out of wack mixed with an ounce of that
Now not just bouncing back, bouncin' off the walls
Yeah, powerful, bountiful
No doubt I'm to bound to fall down but right now I feel
Like I'll surmount it all, feel like I'm mountain tall
Like cherries on chocolate swirls
I'm on top of the world, beatin' my chest
Reekin' of cess, no sleepin', no rest
Thinking success is arbitrary
Shoulders gettin' hard to carry
Locked with thoughts that start to scare me
I can barely clear my head
Yeah, and if you wanna meet this walkin' charity (charity)
Find me on the path skipping merrily
Online shopping carelessly
Fuck a fixed budget, I'm coppin' a pair of these
Rarities, starin' me, darin' me
Over and over like parakeets, someone take care of me
Therapy, clarity, hanging on barely
Hearing the Narrow Seas say that they'll carry me
So close to hopeless, I'm like Adele
Not crying a river, but I'm like compelled
To keep drowning in my sorrows and go right to hell
Fuck am I saying? You think that I'm playing?
I'm stuck fluctuating 'tween manic depressive
And this damn hypomanic thing
Can't understand a thing
Damn, I was doing so well until I fell
Smackin' the mat, but ain't hearin' no bell (bell, bell, bell)
I'm like nothing you heard before
Furthermore, I'm not frontin'
You won't hear nothin'
'Bout all my riches with all-white bitches
Future misgivings and this is not living
No seatbelt 'cause I'm just not driven
Lacking ambition with 20|10 vision
Pulled to the ground by my mind's apparition
Slipping, slipping, this shit is my mission
Blueprints of darker depths built without architects
Markin' text, heart effects, everyone's grinning
Starter kit marketed only for startin' shit
Wishing I'm different, I'm sick of misgivings
What is the point when the world keeps on spinning?
Spinning, spinning, inflicted condition
I'm just not winning and I can't compete with it
I'm just a freak I guess, is there a bleaker test?
I need to reconnect with my deceitfulness
This must be why no one ever does speak of this
Bleak abyss, fighting a well of emotions and notions
Commotion provoking just to evoke an emotion
Just hoping I'm not too late to become relevant
Roommates with elephants, two-faced intelligence
Who placed the suitcase of shoelace as evidence?
That was a separate incident, don't mention it
Fuck am I saying? I put it on paper and now it's recorded
Reported, distorted
I should be mortified, but I'm not
I'm just not, I'm just gettin' my second wind
Stuck in a hole, fill this plot of a pessimist
Yo, I'm mildly out of wack mixed with an ounce of that
Now not just bouncing back, bouncin' off the walls
Yeah, powerful, bountiful
No doubt I'm to bound to fall down but right now I feel
Like I'll surmount it all, feel like I'm mountain tall
Like cherries on chocolate swirls
I'm on top of the world, beatin' my chest
Reekin' of cess, no sleepin', no rest
Thinking success is arbitrary
Shoulders gettin' hard to carry
Locked with thoughts that start to scare me
I can barely clear my head
Yeah, and if you wanna meet this walkin' charity (charity)
Find me on the path skipping merrily
Online shopping carelessly
Fuck a fixed budget, I'm coppin' a pair of these
Rarities, starin' me, darin' me
Over and over like parakeets, someone take care of me
Therapy, clarity, hanging on barely
Hearing the Narrow Seas say that they'll carry me
So close to hopeless, I'm like Adele
Not crying a river, but I'm like compelled
To keep drowning in my sorrows and go right to hell
Fuck am I saying? You think that I'm playing?
I'm stuck fluctuating 'tween manic depressive
And this damn hypomanic thing
Can't understand a thing
Damn, I was doing so well until I fell
Smackin' the mat, but ain't hearin' no bell (bell, bell, bell)
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Writer(s): Eric Gorodetsky
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