[Instrumental: madlib - fallin']
Grown up in the burbs with my brain perturbed
And appear disturbed, but ts'all part of the blurb
My mind intact, but i'm not all there
As a matter of fact, i'm not even sure
If the thoughts that i have are even my own
How many shots have i had, i don't even know
Every single day and every single night
Time ticking by with no care in sight
What the f** to do in this limited life
When you got a f**in' brain that don't wanna fight
Gonna go insane, put my wrist to the knife
Then i'm feelin' pain, but it feels so right
Wake at 3 pm and i'm barely alive
Feeling half conscious and scribbling lines
Deprecating rhymes and crippled by design
Ritalin the mind, but answer can't find
For problems unexist that regard divine
Til distraction come along and i set aside
Loafting on license, rely on the ride
3 am gook, half the day gone by
Hit up the hoot and i can't deny
That this sh** just don't really satisfy
Light up the zoot, nah that's a lie
Been bumming out bogs like i got a lot
Been going outside like i got a life
Been growing up slow like i ain't 95
Been slowing my flow like i ain't got lines
With nothing to show but 3, 4, 5
Tracks that i written within the hour
Plaques from my spittin, platinum album
Jack off, finish, my lines deflower
Now uh, remember ckl and cower