And it's pretty

It looks so, it looks so, it looks so pretty

It's pitch black and I hear birdies chirpin...



Yo

[Hook]

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 fuckin tell it



[Hook]X2



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, fuck 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 fuck 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



[Hook]X2



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

Fuck 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



[Hook]X2



						     



						     Thanks to V Balayan