I Don't Mind

Loiterin', lurkin', put ya feet up on the truck bed
Spoiler alert I a'rdy heard what the luck spread
Like moist and ya wrist red, a misunderstandin'
Of the choices I ain't said
From the voices in my head like
Now listen mister, I'll be sittin' so sinister
Ya didn't witness this so what's the problem?
Didn't finish her
Nor I never got her, that's accordin' to the minister
Forgot to mention inner moral principle's a prisoner

Wake up and I'm paralyzed
I guess I really don't mind
Being too terrified all through the night
I see her hold me down but now I've been feelin'
My soul on the ceilin'
Haunt my dream, I see Sistine, help me
Tell me how (Tell me, tell me)
You'll help me now (Please help me, help me)
We've lost her again, the monster she befriends
They say I-I-I-I-I should be cooped in a cell
I guess it suits me well

So uninspired, undesired, Sick of sayin' that I'm tired
Pick a list of my mistakes, so quick to blame it on the choir
Blame on it choir, don't you blame it on the choir
Aim the finger to yourself when it come down to the wire
And I keep runnin' round the track lookin' for somewhere to go
I may be crowned the psychopath but never been diagnosed
And won't you cut me some slack baby?
Throw me a rope
Keep making me laugh at your inappropriate jokes
Like spitters are quitters, I got this jacket so fitted
Immaculate Dracula hit it
You heard I'm back and I'm livid
Matter of fact call it quits for the night
'Cause Nick said if the shoe fits just right
Then I'ma add you to my new hit list
Excuse me, I didn't mean to put it so loosely
While ya spendin' all ya time on the Lucy
I'll be gettin' my pick of the litter so choosy
I'm woosy

Wake up and I'm paralyzed
I guess I really don't mind (Guess I really don't)
Being too terrified all through the night
I see her hold me down but now I've been feelin' (Feelin')
My soul on the ceilin' (Ooo my soul on the-)
Haunt my dream, I see Sistine, help me
Tell me how (Tell me, tell me)
You'll help me now (Please help me, help me)
We've lost her again, the monster she befriends
They say I-I-I-I-I should be cooped in a cell
I guess it suits me well

You the best uh huh, guess I didn't know about it
Got em shook uh huh, should'a wrote a book about
Ain't nobody lookin' both ways on the drive
Tunnel vision tryna get it or I'm tryna die
Red pill or blue? Do I left or I right?
I'm just hopin' that I got enough for the ride
I'ma go get it and I'ma piss on ya grave
And anyone ain't uppin' us is all up in the way