Mac Lethal - Clinically Insane lyrics
[Mac Lethal - Clinically Insane lyrics]
It's raining outside right now
And it's pretty
It looks so, it looks so, it looks so pretty
It's pitch black and I hear birdies chirpin
Yo clinically insane, how I'm feelin
How I'm feelin every day
The whole entire sky is turning gray
YHey, clinically insane, how I'm feelin
How I'm feelin every day
And this is something I cannot betray
Ridin through the city in the
Gross and arid temperature
My car is makin noises with
The broken air conditioner
I swear my listeners are gonna dwindle (why?)
I haven't yet delivered my talents
It's like I'm such a
Mental stickler of balance
The simple fantasy of cleansin my palate
Is such a bone crushin instrument of malice
I'm self-tortured, bitch enough
The challenges administered by my own friends
The simple breeze is like a cyclone wind
The pins and needles under my own skin
Are like the reasons that I have to carouse
I cruise, nervous, tryin to capture the muse
I never actually lose, I only sing
The underpaid, overworked, the labor line
Hymnal factory blues i guess the reason that
I'm never lookin happy
S'cause I'm paranoid and worried
Everybody's lookin at me
And they're seein somethin undeveloped
A punctured relic of myself
I need to finish the story and fckin tell it
Sittin at my house
And the temperature's hot
Because it's summer and my
Central air conditioners shot
I wanna be alone, taste the freedom
Grumble and I groan
To recreate the kingdom, fck I'll get stoned
Maybe relax and pour wine (naw)
I took three naps before nine
My eyes are sore
I got an achey knee cap and sore spine
Over-rested, takin no synthetic
Drugs for depression
That'll leave me with the floaty headed buzz
They fill my life with
Happiness and copacetic love
But when takin emcees
The paranoia's back to break me to pieces
I give a fck about the names of diseases
Or if the cure is the
Lexapro of praisin of Jesus
Cause sometimes a little shaft of sunlight
Is all I need to pacify
The issues that I'm holdin
Even if the shit is intricately woven and
It's braided with my sinister compulsion
I tell myself I'll get through it
My doctor told me that depression means
I'm sad for no reason that's bullshit
I never been happy for no reason
Bad seeds grow demons
If you block it out you moisten the root
Just reach inside start choppin
Down the poisonous fruit
You gotta try to leave the
Cloister you hide in crack the bubble open
Rub a little ointment inside it
Fck the choices provided you gotta
Aim for your visions
Your heart is not a brain
Don't let it make your decisions
Boredom breeds struggle
Hustle breeds calmness
The right amount of pressure could
Break the sturdiest promise
So don't trust a soul
Til you're so comfortable
Feelin grown up and calm
Feelin robust and whole
But never agonize over your universal role
Insignificance is such a wild
Beauty to control you got a future to uphold
So stop always dyin in the moment
Stop always dyin in the moment
And it's pretty
It looks so, it looks so, it looks so pretty
It's pitch black and I hear birdies chirpin
Yo clinically insane, how I'm feelin
How I'm feelin every day
The whole entire sky is turning gray
YHey, clinically insane, how I'm feelin
How I'm feelin every day
And this is something I cannot betray
Ridin through the city in the
Gross and arid temperature
My car is makin noises with
The broken air conditioner
I swear my listeners are gonna dwindle (why?)
I haven't yet delivered my talents
It's like I'm such a
Mental stickler of balance
The simple fantasy of cleansin my palate
Is such a bone crushin instrument of malice
I'm self-tortured, bitch enough
The challenges administered by my own friends
The simple breeze is like a cyclone wind
The pins and needles under my own skin
Are like the reasons that I have to carouse
I cruise, nervous, tryin to capture the muse
I never actually lose, I only sing
The underpaid, overworked, the labor line
Hymnal factory blues i guess the reason that
I'm never lookin happy
S'cause I'm paranoid and worried
Everybody's lookin at me
And they're seein somethin undeveloped
A punctured relic of myself
I need to finish the story and fckin tell it
Sittin at my house
And the temperature's hot
Because it's summer and my
Central air conditioners shot
I wanna be alone, taste the freedom
Grumble and I groan
To recreate the kingdom, fck I'll get stoned
Maybe relax and pour wine (naw)
I took three naps before nine
My eyes are sore
I got an achey knee cap and sore spine
Over-rested, takin no synthetic
Drugs for depression
That'll leave me with the floaty headed buzz
They fill my life with
Happiness and copacetic love
But when takin emcees
The paranoia's back to break me to pieces
I give a fck about the names of diseases
Or if the cure is the
Lexapro of praisin of Jesus
Cause sometimes a little shaft of sunlight
Is all I need to pacify
The issues that I'm holdin
Even if the shit is intricately woven and
It's braided with my sinister compulsion
I tell myself I'll get through it
My doctor told me that depression means
I'm sad for no reason that's bullshit
I never been happy for no reason
Bad seeds grow demons
If you block it out you moisten the root
Just reach inside start choppin
Down the poisonous fruit
You gotta try to leave the
Cloister you hide in crack the bubble open
Rub a little ointment inside it
Fck the choices provided you gotta
Aim for your visions
Your heart is not a brain
Don't let it make your decisions
Boredom breeds struggle
Hustle breeds calmness
The right amount of pressure could
Break the sturdiest promise
So don't trust a soul
Til you're so comfortable
Feelin grown up and calm
Feelin robust and whole
But never agonize over your universal role
Insignificance is such a wild
Beauty to control you got a future to uphold
So stop always dyin in the moment
Stop always dyin in the moment