Ward-5E

I'd rather listen to Nightcore
On repeat times twenty-four
Than be trapped in a psych ward
It's like
Living life without an aorta with a vice cord
Bloods pumping like a cyborg
Like Sophia the humanoid
Getting annoyed by her own voice
Hanson robotics will control everything
I might ask my nurse to marry me
If I take too many pills
I can convince the staff to bury me
Donate my sarcasm to charity
Saran wrap my parodies
Like Looney Tunes
With Merrie Melodies
And tell him I need my organs
For the worms in the casket
Ewe that sounds drastic
Like a room full of pads
And a bed with no mattress
Shirt wrapped to my back
And a room full of plastic
I'm supposed to stretch like Mr. fantastic
My words are elastic
Their words are Bombastic
But this vest wrapped like a gift with no basket
I'm pretty good at math
But even better at fractions
Cut my enemies in half
Like Shu Lien from hidden dragons

I apologize if I'm doing way too much
I just been feeling a little bit out of touch

I apologize if I'm doing way too much
I just been feeling a little bit out of touch

I apologize if I'm doing way too much
I just been feeling a little bit out of touch

This is the chronicles
All black and no Riddick
Sleep with one eye open
Like a monocle
Seeing with double vision
Leaping over obstacles
Till the day that I'm finished
Put your glasses on and read it
Put your cash on me this evening
Count your digits
I'm above the ceiling
That was keeping me constricted
Like I'm jumping over midgets
Counterclockwise I keep spinning
I encountered archives missing
My authenticity has risen
I buried underneath the kitchen
Like recipes for Popeyes chicken
That twisted and look different
From the original depiction
Drifting from the blueprints that were printed
As I paint this image
Sitting in the house that I'm living in
I don't care about the critics
I don't do this for attention
I know that imma make a killing
Like death row without a sentence
I go ghost to those who menace
Walkthrough walls
That once were rigid
This is paranormal witness
To watch me do it without assistance
If you don't like me
Then Homie it's alright
I used to drive myself crazy
Just to be liked
I was in WARD 5-E
Tryna get myself right
Now I don't lose sleep
If you curse me at night
Still eat good if I have an appetite
I got a full fridge
And my closet outta sight
I block relatives
If you ain't positive
And if you ain't real?
Then you not relative
That's the deal

I apologize if I'm doing way too much
I just been feeling a little bit out of touch

I apologize if I'm doing way too much
I just been feeling a little bit out of touch

I apologize if I'm doing way too much
I just been feeling a little bit out of touch

I heard you didn't like me
This is a poltergeist
With a white screen
I'm bout to make your heart melt
Like its ice cream
At night
Watching you scream
Like a white girl on Friday the 13th
You mad cause my pants loose
You can't think
In them tight jeans
I swim fast
You would think I'm a Pisces
I'm a shark
This is jaws biting
Your leg to the white meat
You in the hood tryna sightsee
If you really from the hood
You try to move from it
Who wants to struggle
Playing a game of who done' it
Not tryna make tunes
Or make grooves from it
Flashing plastic guns
In a video
Talking bout you got tools
Like a plumber
When people dying in the slums from it
You dumb dummy
A lot of people die
Tryna bag money
Tryna do something
A lot of people pushing snow
Like an episode of Cool Running
Gunning for Olympic gold
Pushing that December cold
First place intervals
Now who run it?
Only a man in a suit
Making moves from it yeah.

I apologize if I'm doing way too much
I just been feeling a little bit out of touch

I apologize if I'm doing way too much
I just been feeling a little bit out of touch

I apologize if I'm doing way too much
I just been feeling a little bit out of touch