Mac Lethal Clinically Insane Lyrics

The Love Potion Collection 4 Track Listing
  • 1 Mean Jab
  • 2 Pachyderm
  • 3 Mallory Knox
  • 4 King Of the Insects Freestyles
  • 5 Fuck You All
  • 6 Silkworm
  • 7 Clinically Insane
  • 8 Black Widow
  • 9 There's Been a Murder
  • 10 Rotten Apple Pie
  • 11 25,000
  • 12 Take Me In My Sleep
  • 13 Ashes To Ashley

  • It's raining outside right now...
    And it's pretty
    It looks so, it looks so, it looks so pretty
    It's pitch black and I hear birdies chirpin...
    Clinically insane, how I'm feelin, how I'm feelin every day
    The whole entire sky is turning gray
    YHey, clinically insane, how I'm feelin, how I'm feelin every day
    And this is something I cannot betray
    Ridin through the city in the gross and arid temperature
    My car is makin noises with the broken air conditioner
    I swear my listeners are gonna dwindle (why?)
    I haven't yet delivered my talents
    It's like I'm such a mental stickler of balance
    The simple fantasy of cleansin my palate
    Is such a bone crushin instrument of malice
    I'm self-tortured, bitch enough,
    The challenges administered by my own friends
    The simple breeze is like a cyclone wind
    The pins and needles under my own skin
    Are like the reasons that I have to carouse
    I cruise, nervous, tryin to capture the muse
    I never actually lose, I only sing the underpaid, overworked, the labor line, hymnal factory blues
    I guess the reason that I'm never lookin happy
    S'cause I'm paranoid and worried everybody's lookin at me
    And they're seein somethin undeveloped,
    A punctured relic of myself
    I need to finish the story and fuckin tell it
    Sittin at my house, and the temperature's hot
    Because it's summer and my central air conditioners shot
    I wanna be alone, taste the freedom, grumble and I groan
    To recreate the kingdom, fuck I'll get stoned
    Maybe relax and pour wine (naw)
    I took three naps before nine
    My eyes are sore, I got an achey knee cap and sore spine
    Over-rested, takin no synthetic drugs for depression
    That'll leave me with the floaty headed buzz
    They fill my life with happiness and copacetic love
    But when takin emcees, the paranoia's back to break me to pieces
    I give a fuck about the names of diseases
    Or if the cure is the Lexapro of praisin of Jesus
    Cause sometimes a little shaft of sunlight
    Is all I need to pacify the issues that I'm holdin
    Even if the shit is intricately woven and it's braided with my sinister compulsion
    I tell myself I'll get through it
    My doctor told me that depression means I'm sad for no reason
    That's bullshit, I never been happy for no reason
    Bad seeds grow demons, if you block it out you moisten the root
    Just reach inside start choppin down the poisonous fruit
    You gotta try to leave the cloister you hide in
    Crack the bubble open, rub a little ointment inside it
    Fuck the choices provided you gotta aim for your visions
    Your heart is not a brain, don't let it make your decisions
    Boredom breeds struggle, hustle breeds calmness
    The right amount of pressure could break the sturdiest promise
    So don't trust a soul, til you're so comfortable
    Feelin grown up and calm, feelin robust and whole
    But never agonize over your universal role
    Insignificance is such a wild beauty to control
    You got a future to uphold
    So stop always dyin in the moment
    Stop always dyin in the moment
    Thanks to V Balayan

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