Cuckoo
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Hello and welcome to the mental health hotline
If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly
If you are delusional, press 7
And your call will be transferred to the mother ship
If you have short-term memory loss, please try and call again later
If you have low self-esteem, hang up
All of our operators are too busy to talk to you
There ain't nothing wrong with me
When there's perverts, and murderers, and cops on TV, huh
And ion even mean to preach
'Cause what the fuck do I know?
I may say that I don't
But I still miss those, pretending we were schizos
And hollerin' lyrics word-for-word
Swearin' Shinoda's flow was sick, though
Catching up to time be hard as fuck
'cause time be moving quick-slow
Didn't think it be like this though,
'fore you know it they gon' get you with the
Welcome to the modern age uh, the year of our Lord
2020, get down on the floor
We all would feel better, we all would be better
Without the holes in the classroom doors
The modern age, the year of our Lord
2020, put your hands on the floor
We all would feel better, we all would be better
If we weren't all better off dead, uh-uh
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy,
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy,
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy
(Who are you?)
I'm out of my mind, out of my element
Might fly back home and tend to the tenements
Sovereign, king of my mind surely no common man
I'm hotter than the Betelgeuse supernova in quadrant 10
(How you been?)
Mind is like a mental prison
Chain and shackled to the ceilin'
Tied and gagged with frontal baggage
But I'm chillin' like a villain, who plan on killin' every chillun'
Dependent on criminal riddance all 'cause it's a good feelin'
(Are you okay?)
Cerebellum seems to be intact
Cerebral cortex is overloaded with poon and snatch
I seldom act upon logic, I screw honesty
Disprove policy, trapped in a crude democracy
(Why do you feel this way?)
Well, daddy left and mommy used her words
To preach and curse about how I should be a nurse
Because there is no happiness or end goal without a purse
Full of paper plus it's safer to trust fund in the church
The trouble mister, we don't mean it
But I ain't finna talk, fuck off with that subpoena
Stuck reminiscing, sticking pencils through the tape
Thinking and thinking shit, I got the brain on autoplay
A nigga fucked your bitch and then I kicked her out my place
To get her off my dick I had spray her down with mace
We got the jazz, the funk, calculated fast, you punk
Chalk it to math and lock the baggage in the trunk
(Where did it all go wrong?)
Like it was ever right
These words are hella tight, they've caused-uh hella fights
And kept me up awake at night
The mind of a lobotomite
Minute by minute it getting worse, and I ignore the signs
A dependant, remind me, I'll forget it
Behind me are the credits
Beside me got the Mac E-
Legendary where I'm stepping, I'm scary to who faking
But to me I'm going crazy while the moon is flipping crescents
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy
I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy, I ain't crazy