Type 1

I'm that spun of a gun, Primed blast son of a gun And it's not even loaded

Never liked math, But Wasn't dumb, Just the Unsolved problem, I Must've become

Bipolar, what you know About that? When mic's Ta hold up, It's out of my Control, but trust ya gut

Yeah right, better doubt that

One day I take aim at Unknown once, That Same day I take aim ta Brain

And wanna go buck, Right out back, Mood Swings hit harder than Prime Mike Tyson fist

On a roller

Coaster, Every minute of Every day, Can I get off This ride right quick? One Day circadian rhythm is In alignment, That same Day all feelings diminish, I feel quite lifeless

Manic facade

Depressive faults, One Minute over expressive, The next I second guess What I talk. Work is hard To do, when you feel like Sacrificing yourself Without voodoo Attention, I think not, Mania, too much

Attention, Think I'm a God, over all dimensions

I'm that spun of a gun, Primed blast son of a gun And it's not even loaded

Never liked math, But Wasn't dumb, Just the Unsolved problem, I Must've become

I'm a true man to show, For you believe that is False, Layman terms are Only displayed off

The top

Rapper or MC, Typical Rapper I am not, Lithium Keeps me level, But as I Age soon, These

Pills not pop. Overthinking delusional, No one seems to view what I saw

So if I treat you different

I'm more than likely in Mine box. As I get older, Type one keeps Progressing until in pine Box Got alpha mind, not. It takes timely, to pick Lock, Because my key, That I came with, is bye loss

Man, this life is quite vile Spits, Sometimes I'm Done with this work, and Wanna punch out the

Time clock, Right quick With my right fist, Till I'm Lifeless, Is it alright, Should I write this

I'm that spun of a gun, Primed blast son of a gun And it's not even loaded

Never liked math, But Wasn't dumb, Just the Unsolved problem, I Must've become

I'm the best at being the Worst, I know that I'm a God, But I'm in a hearse, Gotta go an rehearse

Is it off the top, should I Off my top? I don't know If it works, What is going on

I be going berserk, and You be saying I'm the one, Who's mean like a jerk

And I know that it's him, Who be doing what he Can, but I'm not him, I Don't even got a plan

I'm just gonna do it, and Go through it, Pursue it, When I know, I'm the man

Who is sifting through The sewage, But then I'm Saying that really, I'm just full of it

Like a bull pit is

Because it's bullshit, Whoops, I didn't mean to Do that an curse

But this is how it is, it's a Bless and a curse, Just to Be bipolar, Yes you heard

And this is what I'm Doing, But I lost my Controller

I'm that spun of a gun, Primed blast son of a gun And it's not even loaded

Never liked math, But Wasn't dumb, Just the Unsolved problem, I Must've become

So I face the ghost of the future

This is how it is, and it's Gonna blow the Ruger, Up the top of my skull, I knew sir

Then I got controlled by Lucifer, but then I woke up