Pac-Man (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

Alrighty

Let's go

You can freak me out

You can throw me in the lion pit

You can boil my hands

And tell me I'm not here

I'm a mad Pac-Man

Living in a levelled world

Everywhere I go

I don't know where I am

You can call me crack

You can call me mad and stifled

You can load my head

Sail me into bathing light

Everybody knows

When I was sad I fell for you

Everywhere I go

No stressing out, no stressing out

No stressing out, no stressing out

Stressing out

You can hide your head

You can throw me in the lion pit

You can boil my days

And tell me I'm not blue

Everybody knows

When I was sad I fell for you

Everywhere I go

I don't know where I am

Stressing out, stressing out

Stressing out, stressing out

Stressing out, stressing out

Stressing out, stressing out

Stressing out, stressing out

Stressing out, stressing out

Stressing out, stressing out

I'm stressing out

Uh, how can I trust truth?

Uh, when I ain't got nothing to sell

I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell

Uh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck in my tails?

Ay, can't dream if my ego is broke, nah

The jokes that try to find the answer to nope

My type of drive, you can't buy this shit

You got a heart but it don't beat like this

I had a spark, then my mind went trip

Create the wave so the vibe all mix

(I'm a mad Pac-Man)

(Living in a levelled world)

Yo, I've been at the top of the top

Fell from the ceiling before I fell

'Cause I needed to grow

Bruce Lee, royal with the glow, uh

Walked on the edge

Fuck tryna dream in the bed

'Fore I die on these meds

**** gon' die on the feds

'Fore I make it to jail

Probably put one in the head

Fuck the judge and the prosecutor for hanging me dead

Plus thirty and still moving, I'm closer to live, right?

Closer to live, right?

All the trauma from past never taught me to fear heights

Normal to fly now, can't be stuck in the rear lights

Take flight, the life gon' bloom for the black knight

Keep a piece, no Buddhist

Got the whole hood boomin'

I'm like a Crip high student

You on your ass, stuck stupid

You making weed look bad

I'll ride the beat, won't crash

I had to fill my bag

I had to hide my stash

You know the cops' lights flash

I had to clear my dash

I represent my flag

I gave the hood my last

Every food crumb in it

I had to change my image

The brain don't got limits

You think a mill' mean winning

Pigs out her skinnin'

Your soul ain't authentic

You died and still ain't livin'