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Ain't Hard To Tell
Chris Webby
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Doctor said that I'm unwell
Something 'bout my mental health
While I'm sitting here, right in the mirror, talking to myself
So to all the voices in my head, I wish you well
Think I might need help but that ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell, I done came this far and I fought like hell
Fuck it, just another notch on this belt
On the loose, better call in help, yeah, yeah, yeah
See me in a zone, young Bourdain in parts unknown
Following in footsteps, leading me to roam
Voices in my head, at least I'm not alone
Yeah, they think I'm losing my touch and they've been calling me nuts
But when they see me pulling up, they wanna walk in with us
And I don't even give the smallest part of all of a fuck
I'm only off my medicine 'cause I took all of it at once
Yeah, I've been off in a maze and I've been lost on the map
Talk to the man in the mirror, he gon' talk to me back
So even if the asylum is where I oughta be at
I'm feeling like a million dollars in cash, yeah, yeah, yeah
Doctor said that I'm unwell
Something 'bout my mental health
While I'm sitting here, right in the mirror, talking to myself
So to all the voices in my head, I wish you well
Think I might need help but that ain't hard to tell
Yeah, said that ain't hard to tell
Ooh, said that ain't hard to tell
All the voices in my head, I wish you well
Think I might need help but that ain't hard to tell
Nah, nah, they all see
That I ain't sane but hey man, c'est la vie
Put some miles on the tank but I ain't on E
Got that gravel in my voice but I stay on key
Got a loose screw, I view the true through
The headliner's here so cue the news crews
And the only clock I got's a cuckoo
Still I'm keeping it a 150 like Mewtwo
Oh well, hell, it ain't hard to tell (I'ma fucking mind)
It ain't hard to tell while I'm talking to myself
Hell, it ain't hard to tell (I'll be fucking fine)
It ain't hard to tell that I lost brain particles
And a few of my marbles
Losing train of thought and forget 'em like Sarah Marshall
Think half of my head is hollow, I need some sense I could borrow
Or fuck it, I'll pop a xanny and try this again tomorrow
And you're all welcome to follow
Doctor said that I'm unwell
Something 'bout my mental health
While I'm sitting here, right in the mirror, talking to myself
So to all the voices in my head, I wish you well
Think I might need help but that ain't hard to tell
Yeah, said that ain't hard to tell
Ooh, said that ain't hard to tell
All the voices in my head, I wish you well
Think I might need help but that ain't hard to tell
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