[Verse 1]
I'm Certifiably Insane (Insane)
Cause i'm loosing all luck
Going off the rails
Like it's an attempt to jump
Self-preservation isn't an option
When your missing dams
When your buying wrist bands
And the cyst stands
(When he parts lands?)
I guess that's just a slow jam
Will the road slam
Interpose trams
Will I get to know Sam?
Given these thoughts of self-doubt
I'll be the next man (Will I?)
Loathe Sin
Will I Roll in?
When I Go Ramp
And I Go Ham
I guess it's just a "No Win"
You Got this only "Slow Jam"
[Verse 2]
Ready or not
I found my lack of sympathy "Egregious"
When the smoke clears
The Gla** is half empty Talking to Regis
Well My Cup is runneth over
In the 1997 black "hooptie"
Nissan Greg Range Rover
(Well)
Moreover
(and)
It's so debated
But i'll guess we'll never know why that
I'm just a left-eyed
Stone-faced
Right guy
Deadbeat Dads bum on you
These expectations follow you
And Friends find it hard to promise you
What they gotta' do