Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cuckoo, artist - Vhs. Date of issue: 23.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cuckoo |
| 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 |
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| 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 |