Madhouse Lyrics

Madhouse

Imma keep on grinding till it's my house

Huh

The hell are y'all talking bout?

Sparks fuel all of this noise I gotta plug it out

Yeah

Let's attend a soirée

Me and my niggas be moving our way

Sleeping on the prince better clear lanes

F whatever Z's say

Struggling to stay sane

My body's supposed to maintain

Pacific ocean pacifist

West is where I oogled it

Blue on blue it made me sick

Take my mind away from it

Remember it

Don't bury it

My friends all used to hit licks

Troubles where we got our kicks

Now we kicking it with chicks who've seen too many dicks

But shit

We might as well take a pic

Me

Don't remember me in college degree

Wonder's about to be a dropout ouuwee

Be the talk of the week

I think my mental is weak

That shine is what I go seek

Playing hide and go seek

With my future it's bleak

But my music's the peak

Of what my mind finds neat

Check this feeling elite

Wish I stayed in the cleats

Wish I stayed in the leagues

Wish I stayed in these things

Didn't quit on my dreams

Our Father

Who art in heaven

Hallowed be thy name

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done on Earth

As it is in Heaven

Amen

Madhouse

Please look inside it's a madhouse

I did not live in no trap house

But what is similar they both have a cashcow

Boy I need cash now

Move and attack now

Titans move loud now

But when I tip-toe they looking like how now?

Baby like how now?

How, how, low can you go?

She said a whole lot more

Ouu man pearls at the shore

Wonder what more?

Everything else just seems like a chore

Physique is on ten move straight to her core

My problems stem deeper just read up the lore

Smile at the score

Been here the least, but doing the most

When I blow smoke just know it's a ghost

Y'all ruined the air, just rip off my nose

Who's running shit?

Fingers crossed there's someone that knows

Presi shit benzo tell me the polls

Flame city better let me be chose

Look at the comp man its never been close

If they beat me swear they sellin' they souls

Made from clay but there wasn't a mold

Give a man a chance

Let me do my dance

Feeling like I'm Lance

Pay me in advance

Racking up the fans

Eyeing up some land

Hold my mother's hand

Wanna feel some sand

Talking with the man

Doing what I can

Watch me go insane

Feeding of the pain