Outpatient Lyrics

I got this ambition, the clock hands ticking

Quick sand sticking everywhere you stand, can't quit

When feeling cold

The damn kitchen heating the canvas

Need a second to brandish my mission to land in it

When it's said and done, want a hell of a run

Never run out of breath

Yell like I have an elephant lung (yes sir)

Make this music

Maybe sell it for tons

Put it eloquent, might as well if it funds

Relevant once, gone

In a moment

Can't even hold it

Playing Russian Roulette with the clip loaded (hey)

I see the world

Have that shit noted

left a footprint, hope it exploded and I didn't notice

Can I, get a wave from the back of the crowd

You're the forerunner now, respect to you for stacking the house

I represent the moment happening now

After that, it's light out

No more enacting it out

Used to really not understand it, man when Manic was out

Then turned to Radar but fell off it

Caught up planning it out

Life is really what you make it

What am I doing but taking

Every risk in pursing giving the whole planet it's route

I've been needing this like it's medicine

my 9 to 5 has left me at a 4 out of 10 again

Why do I let it get the better of me?

Where's the competitor headed for betterment

instead of steady treading steadfast in the sediment?

Every letter entered getting better and better

Lines aging like fine wine, ever elegant, never

forget where I started, who I was

What I invented

Any meaning embedded

Any dead end endeavor

I am here to stay, even if I'm outdated

The amount of clout about who's out is outrageous

Lower my pitch, while I shout "Faded" and outtake it

Tape it, take it venues downtown I'll be famous

I got this ambition

Don't want to be sandwiched in

Pigeon-held, I'm seeking a transition

The damn dishes are piled in the sink

In abandonment

But I don't lift them as if I have both hands missing

When it's said and done, want a hell of a run

Elevated on a cloud or maybe dwelling in one

Make hits

Get a story to tell when I'm one on one with my creator of

How I fell in the sun

I am fire in a lukewarm setting a true form

Art that brewed war by feuding in booths too worn

Most of it too edgy

Like two swords or crying like newborns

I'm too far away to scorn

but I can never quit

I'm only letting myself down

I cruise the city at night, the only time it's itself now

Stay with me

I'm either having a meltdown

Or the world is upside down, hoarding the wealth down

In the sky

Might as well try to fly

Be a King Midas alive if I defy

9 to 5 / strive to thrive

Hail when I arrive or not

I was there driving by

My voice you heard, surprise surprise

Sound maniacal by design cause my sunrise won't last

You can never learn what you don't ask

Not a crumb in the path

No way to go back

This is a notepad of punches I won't hold back

A levy to slow crack

Wished I had known that

It could be so fast

A light switch

It could be like this, toggled off at a slight twitch

I was here to stay, even though I'm outdated

Made it count, shouted hours without about facing

Analytical and critical

Pivotal now

Not a thought of doubt racing through my mind till I'm an outpatient.

Check me out