Maniac
Yeah
Sometimes I feel like a motherfucking maniac
Somebody come and help me (Help me)
Show me where my motherfucking brain is at
This cannot be healthy (Healthy)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
Yeah
Okay, I'm younger than my future but older than my present
Wrap your mind around that
It's like my cars in neutral but the engines revving
And I'm still driving past
The old me, the new me
Fuck 'em both
I'm so gone, roll a blunt for 'em both
Life is a party, I'm the guest and the host
Drown in the stress of being blessed
I can float, goddamn, goddamn (Goddamn)
Is anybody out there? (Out there?)
I am (I am)
So lost I think I lost it (I lost it)
Love it (Love it)
Sometimes I feel like a motherfucking maniac
Somebody come and help me (Help me)
Show me where my motherfucking brain is at
This cannot be healthy (Healthy)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'ma motherfucking psycho, yeah (Ooo-wee, ooo-wee)
I'm about to go psycho, yeah (To me, to me)
Uh, yeah
I know they creep on me
I know that they creep
Saddest thing, your family sleeps on me, stay asleep
I don't mean to be blunt and shit
But I'm high, my blunt is lit
Real nigga talk, I don't fall for shit
Man, fuck this shit
Been up
Sometimes I feel like a motherfucking maniac
Somebody come and help me (Help me)
Show me where my motherfucking brain is at
This cannot be healthy (Healthy)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
John, catch up to that campaign
Johnny baby, secret marksman
No time, own that Porsche
Call that bitch the hellish horseman
Probably throw a toupee on it
Best believe this a cloth top
Doing numbers like a card shop
With the paper watch them boys play the fifth (Yeah, yeah)
Them niggas look like a yard dog, yard mule
Hard work, bounce back for that ball hog
Drip between the press like I'm hot sauce
Product, product
Catch me leaving pride for that holy city
Really is the whole city
Sometimes I feel like a motherfucking maniac
Somebody come and help me (Help me)
Show me where my motherfucking brain is at
This cannot be healthy (Healthy)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
Sometimes I feel like a motherfucking maniac
Somebody come and help me (Help me)
Show me where my motherfucking brain is at
This cannot be healthy (Healthy)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
Yeah
Okay, I'm younger than my future but older than my present
Wrap your mind around that
It's like my cars in neutral but the engines revving
And I'm still driving past
The old me, the new me
Fuck 'em both
I'm so gone, roll a blunt for 'em both
Life is a party, I'm the guest and the host
Drown in the stress of being blessed
I can float, goddamn, goddamn (Goddamn)
Is anybody out there? (Out there?)
I am (I am)
So lost I think I lost it (I lost it)
Love it (Love it)
Sometimes I feel like a motherfucking maniac
Somebody come and help me (Help me)
Show me where my motherfucking brain is at
This cannot be healthy (Healthy)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'ma motherfucking psycho, yeah (Ooo-wee, ooo-wee)
I'm about to go psycho, yeah (To me, to me)
Uh, yeah
I know they creep on me
I know that they creep
Saddest thing, your family sleeps on me, stay asleep
I don't mean to be blunt and shit
But I'm high, my blunt is lit
Real nigga talk, I don't fall for shit
Man, fuck this shit
Been up
Sometimes I feel like a motherfucking maniac
Somebody come and help me (Help me)
Show me where my motherfucking brain is at
This cannot be healthy (Healthy)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
John, catch up to that campaign
Johnny baby, secret marksman
No time, own that Porsche
Call that bitch the hellish horseman
Probably throw a toupee on it
Best believe this a cloth top
Doing numbers like a card shop
With the paper watch them boys play the fifth (Yeah, yeah)
Them niggas look like a yard dog, yard mule
Hard work, bounce back for that ball hog
Drip between the press like I'm hot sauce
Product, product
Catch me leaving pride for that holy city
Really is the whole city
Sometimes I feel like a motherfucking maniac
Somebody come and help me (Help me)
Show me where my motherfucking brain is at
This cannot be healthy (Healthy)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Liquor and weed (Liquor and weed)
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Writer(s): Russell Vitale
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