Pac-Man (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

作詞：    作曲： You can freak me out You can throw me in the lion pit You can boil my hands And tell me I’m not here I’m a mad pac-man Livin' in a levelled world Everywhere I go I don't know where I am You can call me crack, you can call me glad and cyborg You can load my head, and send me into bathing light Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you Everywhere I go, no stressin' out, no stressin' out No stressin' out, no stressin' out, stressin' out You can hide your head You can throw me in the lime pit You can boil my days And tell me I'm not blue Everybody knows when I was sad I fell for you Everywhere I go I don't know where I am Stressin' out, stressin' out...... Uh, how can I trust truth? Uh, when I ain't got nothin' to sell I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell Uh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck in my tail? Ayy, can't dream if my ego was broke, nah The jokes to try to find the answer to nope (Uh) My type of drive, you can't buy this shit You got a heart but it don't beat like this I had a spark in my mind went trip Create the wave so the vibe all mix (I'm a mad Pac-Man) School (Livin' in a levelled world) Yo, I been at the top of the top Fell from the ceiling before I fell 'Cause I needed to grow, Bruce Leeroy, with the glow, uh Walk on the edge Fuck trying to dream in the bed ‘Fore I die on these meds Niggas gon' die in thee feds ‘Fore I make it to jail, I'll probably put one in the Head Fuck the judge and prosecutor for hanging me dead Plus thirty and still movin' I’m closer to live, right? Closer to live, right? All the trauma from past never taught me to fear heights Normal to fly now, can't be stuck in the rear lights Take flight, the life gone bloom for the black knight Keep a peace, like Buddas, got the whole hood boomin' I’m like a Crip high student, you on your ass, stuck stupid You makin' weed look bad, I'll ride the beat, won't crash I had to fill my bag I had to hide my stash You know the cop lights flash I had to clear my dash I represent my flag I gave the hood my last Every food crumb in it I had to change my image The brain don't got limits Think a mil’, me winning Pigs out here skinning His soul ain't authentic You died and still ain’t living