M.A.D. (Intro)
Ayo
This is the modern American degenerate
I wanna welcome you my albu
And just give you just a little taste, of what I mean
Look
This EP was produced by some of the greatest minds production has to offer
It was recorded, mixed, engineered, written by, and fully endorsed by yours truly
BiGG MaTT
I present to you
The Modern, American, Degenerate
A Modern American Degenerate
Could you picture it?
Do you see the 14 year old sittin' with his wrists slit
Do you see the drugs in hand that ain't no mitt
Do you see the orange adderall that's comin' out in spit
Do you see the 22 year old curled up on the curb real sick
Do you see the six year old that makes himself dinner
Mac and cheese and hot dogs
The boy was gettin' thinner
Do you see the fallen, the sinners
The killers, the reapers
Here for your dead presidents, this ain't heaven sent
See, what I mean by the M.A.D.
Is the people lookin' S-A-D
Failin' SAT'S, no PHD's, just some LSD
No FAD, just real S-H-I
T, see
I struggle with disorders, put up borders
Sickness hoarder, emotion mourner
Gettin' warmer, gettin' colder
Switchin' up and stitchin' up my wounds
Sittin' on my throne, man that's my grave
I could never front and say that I don't got a problem
I was mixin' adderall and cocaine
Make it out like cobain
I didn't have the strength, I mean the guts
So now I'm trippin' over stuff that i had the left up on the path
That now I gotta walk back
I can't fuck with nobody that act like they got they shit together
An M.A.D. is a guy like me
Gettin' high and spendin' money for the Dopamine
So it seems, a surge is all I really need, fill my greed
Yeah an M.A.D. is a guy or a girl like you
That never followed rules, and felt like shit up in school
So you hung with your goons, stayin' out late just for the coupe
An M.A.D. is the man that's free
But he runnin' round screaming, wakes you up at 3
Always got by the police, he could never afford your lease
See
An M.A.D. is this rapper tryna preach
When all you want is a false peace
To carry round the piece and make 'em leak
Wasted talent, see
An M.A.D. could have a G-O-D
But we a little smart
So we question what we listened in the lesson
From the pastor, magic caster, mind is running faster
Pockets gettin' slimmer, gettin' fatter
It don't matter, I'm the matter lookin' sadder
Cause the M.A.D
Is me
It's you
It's us
God damn, it's us
This is the modern American degenerate
I wanna welcome you my albu
And just give you just a little taste, of what I mean
Look
This EP was produced by some of the greatest minds production has to offer
It was recorded, mixed, engineered, written by, and fully endorsed by yours truly
BiGG MaTT
I present to you
The Modern, American, Degenerate
A Modern American Degenerate
Could you picture it?
Do you see the 14 year old sittin' with his wrists slit
Do you see the drugs in hand that ain't no mitt
Do you see the orange adderall that's comin' out in spit
Do you see the 22 year old curled up on the curb real sick
Do you see the six year old that makes himself dinner
Mac and cheese and hot dogs
The boy was gettin' thinner
Do you see the fallen, the sinners
The killers, the reapers
Here for your dead presidents, this ain't heaven sent
See, what I mean by the M.A.D.
Is the people lookin' S-A-D
Failin' SAT'S, no PHD's, just some LSD
No FAD, just real S-H-I
T, see
I struggle with disorders, put up borders
Sickness hoarder, emotion mourner
Gettin' warmer, gettin' colder
Switchin' up and stitchin' up my wounds
Sittin' on my throne, man that's my grave
I could never front and say that I don't got a problem
I was mixin' adderall and cocaine
Make it out like cobain
I didn't have the strength, I mean the guts
So now I'm trippin' over stuff that i had the left up on the path
That now I gotta walk back
I can't fuck with nobody that act like they got they shit together
An M.A.D. is a guy like me
Gettin' high and spendin' money for the Dopamine
So it seems, a surge is all I really need, fill my greed
Yeah an M.A.D. is a guy or a girl like you
That never followed rules, and felt like shit up in school
So you hung with your goons, stayin' out late just for the coupe
An M.A.D. is the man that's free
But he runnin' round screaming, wakes you up at 3
Always got by the police, he could never afford your lease
See
An M.A.D. is this rapper tryna preach
When all you want is a false peace
To carry round the piece and make 'em leak
Wasted talent, see
An M.A.D. could have a G-O-D
But we a little smart
So we question what we listened in the lesson
From the pastor, magic caster, mind is running faster
Pockets gettin' slimmer, gettin' fatter
It don't matter, I'm the matter lookin' sadder
Cause the M.A.D
Is me
It's you
It's us
God damn, it's us
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Bellinger
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