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