Mental Circus

I don't know how it happened bruh the shit just dipped
I don't care what is clappin bruh i'll flip the script
My stupid hairline is receding bruh i think i need plugs
These floors are so fucking cold i swear we need some rugs

Shoutsout Panter go Panter

Woke up on the floor on this morning right where i belong
Woke up with the shakes this morning i think i need a bong
Woke up with 10 missed calls, another day on read
Woke up no broken falls i know i'm better off dead
I don't know how it happened bruh the shit just dipped
I don't care what is clappin bruh i'll flip the script
My stupid hairline is receding bruh i think i need plugs
These floors are so fucking cold i swear we need some rugs

Wintertime no air conditioning we huddle for warmth
Summertime no air conditioning gotta strip to the bone
Wintertime no air conditioning we huddle for warmth
Summertime no air conditioning gotta strip to the bone
These days i'm feeling like ET i gotta phone home
Right now i'm feeling macaulay caulkin i am home alone
Right now i need macaulay caulkin please leave me alone
Right now i'm figuring it out don't hit me this is a test
Right now i'm figuring it out, flesh wounds on my chest
Right now i'm figuring it out don't hit me this is a test
Right now i'm figuring it out, flesh wounds on my chest

I am really kidding bruh you know i'm mentally stable
Like metallica and lou reed i'm becoming the table
4 legs and some stability, something that i'm not able
Ultimately i'm useless; cold, frail and feeble
And it's for that very reason that i'll stand on the steeple
And think about jumping
And think about jumping
And think about jumping
And think about jumping

Woke up on the floor on this morning right where i belong
Woke up with the shakes this morning i think i need a bong
Woke up with 10 missed calls, another day on read
Woke up no broken falls i know i'm better off dead
I don't know how it happened bruh the shit just dipped
I don't care what is clappin bruh i'll flip the script
My stupid hairline is receding bruh i think i need plugs
These floors are so fucking cold i swear we need some rugs

Wintertime no air conditioning we huddle for warmth
Summertime no air conditioning gotta strip to the bone
Wintertime no air conditioning we huddle for warmth
Summertime no air conditioning gotta strip to the bone
These days i'm feeling like ET i gotta phone home
Right now i'm feeling macaulay caulkin i am home alone
Right now i need macaulay caulkin please leave me alone
Right now i'm figuring it out don't hit me this is a test
Right now i'm figuring it out, flesh wounds on my chest
Right now i'm figuring it out don't hit me this is a test
Right now i'm figuring it out, flesh wounds on my chest

I am really kidding bruh you know i'm mentally stable
Like metallica and lou reed i'm becoming the table
4 legs and some stability, something that i'm not able
Ultimately i'm useless; cold, frail and feeble
And it's for that very reason that i'll stand on the steeple
And think about jumping
And think about jumping
And think about jumping
And think about jumping



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Simpson, Reginald Gibson, Jeremy Jackson, Howard Thompson
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