Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out of My Head, artist - Madchild. Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Song language: English
Out of My Head |
| 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 |
| I’m a fucking space case like elroy |
| Half devil, Half man like hell boy |
| When I flex like biceps and deltoids |
| On steroids, I’m kinda paranoid |
| Make rare noise when I deliver like an errand boy |
| I’m a scary fellow |
| No gold, No diamonds in canary yellow |
| Opposite of very mellow |
| Don’t trip, I got it covered like a canopy |
| But people look at me like im from 'Sons of Anarchy' |
| I can’t 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' |
| I’m a small green goblin from hell |
| You won’t even have to follow my words |
| My raps slap you in the face like a volleyball serve |
| And I ain’t one for charm and harmony’s |
| I rap retardely, and sever seven arteries |
| I’m an artist thats a modern beast |
| Steel chin, iron jaws, silver tongue and sauder teeth |
| I’m not a rich rapper, I’m 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 |
| I’m a wurtilizer so I’m refurbishing verses that are garbage in the streets |
| The King of Canada, new hottest commodity |
| You can be my prodigal, methodically an oddity |
| 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 Monster’s underneath my bed |
| And where I live it’s either snowing or it rains |
| Blood is flowing through my veins |
| Trying to stay away from thoughts of blowing out my brain |
| Knowing I’m insane |
| But I’m staying away from dope |
| And I’m 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 I’m old saggy balls and a hair piece |
| Two G’s for a verse? |
| That’s a fair trade |
| Open up my mouth and it sounds like an air raid |
| I don’t narrate, I just live the story |
| I’ll make a mockery of you and tell your kids im sorry |
| Anybody cross my path, Thats a foolish dude |
| Cause mentally I’m complicated like a rubix cube |
| I’m a freakazoid |
| I should seek treatment |
| I keep creeping and Breathe deep, pee frequent |
| Out of my head x4 |
| I dont really know how to explain it, but, cause i got |
| I’m trying to do right, im trying |
| I’m trying to keep my head clear |
| I still feel like i’m going crazy |
| It’s 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 |
| I’m up till 6−7 in the morning with these crazy thoughts |
| It’s all good though |
| Don’t trip |