I cant seem to get these thoughts out of my head Verse 1 Mad Child Emotionally im a roller coaster Dope white boy put me in the Coka Nostra Aye, No need for you to think it over Pull up in a grey Range Rover And stay sober Mess with madchild Pull out two blammers Girls call me thor cause the size of my hammer Thinkin you the ace face, you a bell boy Im a fucking space case like elroy Half devil, Half man like hell boy When I flex like biceps and deltoids On steroids, Im kinda paranoid Make rare noise when I deliver like an errand boy Im a scary fellow No gold, No diamonds in canary yellow Opposite of very mellow Dont trip, I got it covered like a canopy But people look at me like im from Sons of Anarchy Chorus I cant seem to get these thoughts out of my head Out of my head x4 Verse 2 Mad Child I just dropped my fucking album Get it hot off the shelf Dope Sick Im a small green goblin from hell You wont even have to follow my words My raps slap you in the face like a volleyball serve And I aint one for charm and harmonys I rap retardely, and sever seven arteries Im an artist thats a modern beast Steel chin, iron jaws, silver tongue and sauder teeth Im not a rich rapper, Im a volunteer Think about my life and I wipe away a falling tear Yeah, Burly little verse killer That draw first blood, pure coke no filler I should get a Pulitzer at least Im a wurtilizer so Im refurbishing verses that are garbage in the streets The King of Canada, new hottest commodity You can be my prodigal, methodically an oddity Chorus Out of my head x4 verse 3 Mad Child All my ex girls tatted on my right arm When I go to bed at night, I leave the lights on And keep a movie playing voices screaming in my head Not to mention that the Boogy Monsters underneath my bed And where I live its either snowing or it rains Blood is flowing through my veins Trying to stay away from thoughts of blowing out my brain Knowing Im insane But Im staying away from dope And Im sewing up the game Mood change Now the colour on my mood ring bright Cause im high up on the food chain Shoe game tight Trust me, you dont wanna romp with this rare beast Rap till Im old saggy balls and a hair piece Two Gs for a verse? Thats a fair trade Open up my mouth and it sounds like an air raid I dont narrate, I just live the story Ill make a mockery of you and tell your kids im sorry Anybody cross my path, Thats a foolish dude Cause mentally Im complicated like a rubix cube Im a freakazoid I should seek treatment I keep creeping and Breathe deep, pee frequent chorus Out of my head x4 I dont really know how to explain it, but, cause i got Im trying to do right, im trying Im trying to keep my head clear I still feel like im going crazy Its kinda messed up man 10 years sober..i mean haha..10 months And still crazy thoughts doing laps around my head at night Every night Im up till 67 in the morning with these crazy thoughts Its all good though Dont trip
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