Gorillaz, Schoolboy Q - Pac-Man lyrics

Alrighty prince Paul
Uh ah

You can freak me out
You can throw me in the lion pit
You can boil my hands and tell me
I'm not here
I'm a mad Pac-Man livin' in a levelled world
Everywhere I go, I don't know where I am

You can call me crack
You can call me mad and psycho
You can load my head
And send me into bathing light
Everybody knows, when I was sad
I fell for you
Everywhere I go, no stressin' out
No stressin' out
No stressin' out, no stressin' out
Stressin' out

You can hide your head
You can throw me in the lime pit
You can boil my days and tell me I'm not blue
Everybody knows, when I was sad
I fell for you
Everywhere I go, I don't know where I am

Stressin' out, stressin' out, stressin' out
Stressin' out
Stressin' out, stressin' out, don't
Stress it out, don't stress it out
Don't stress it out, don't stress it
Out, don't stress it out
Don't stress it out
Stressin' out, stressin' out, stressin' out

Uh, how can I trust truth?
Uh, when I ain't got nothin' to sell
I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell
Uh, why would I hold my tongue
To tuck in my tales?
Ayy, can't dream if my ego is broke, nah
The joke's to try to find the answer to nope
(Uh)
My type of drive, you can't buy this shit
You got a heart but it don't beat like this
I had a spark through my mind went trip
Create the wave so the vibe all mix

(I'm a mad Pac-Man) Suu
(Livin' in a levelled world)

Yo, I been at the top of the
Top, fell from the ceiling before, i fell
'Cause I needed to grow, Bruce
Lee, with the glow, uh
Walk on the edge
Fuck trying to dream in the bed
‘Fore I die on these meds
Nigga gon' die in the feds
‘Fore I make it to jail
I'll probably put one in the head
Fuck the judge and prosecutor
For hanging me dead
Plus thirty and still movin', I’m closer
To live, right? Closer to live, right?
All the trauma from past never
Taught me to fear heights normal to fly now
Can't be stuck in the rear lights
Take flight
The life gon' bloom for the black knight
Keep a peace like Buddas
Got the whole hood boomin'
I’m like a Crip high student
You on your ass, stuck stupid
You makin' weed look bad, I'll ride the beat
Won't crash
I had to fill my bag, I had to hide my stash
You know the cop's lights flash
I had to clear my dash
I represent my flag, I gave the hood my last
Every food crumb in it
I had to change my image
The brain don't got limit's
You think a mil’ mean winning
Pigs out here skinning
His soul ain't authentic
You died and still ain’t livin'