Intro Hey brain... We should talk About some things… We're on the rocks Verse 1 I wish I didn't get so Goddamn crippled by anxiety We should get a grip over that side of me I'm tryna see Cuz maybe if we could then I'd be brighter than Hermione Or maybe do more good work as a writer like Queen Ida B I tell you to resolve to take on more than we can do But when I drop the ball it's weird I'm sorta mad at you Display a horrid attitude Throw shade as hard as Lakitus But I'm just scared of all the thoughts you'll share With no more to fat to chew You're like: Bridge Check your email No more pouting Plan the details Of your album Get those presales Sell four thousand 10 bucks retail Though you're drowning Chorus (Izzy True) In nighttime sweats And the nighttime chills The nighttime s**s Yeah the nighttime feels Like I can't get my brain together
Will I feel insane forever? x2 Verse 2 Some rappers want a feature, say they loving on the kid But they never want to feed her so I have nothing to give I ask my brain, “What should I say?” I want to hit delete But my cranium start judging me I cannot do the deed So I keep ‘em in my inbox Even if it impacts my ability to index messages from good cats I should give ‘em chin-checks instead I check the syntax Then I send rejections they come back like herpes simplex Bridge I sent the emails I curbed my pouting I planned the details Of my new album I got some presales About a thousand At 10 bucks retail But I'm still drowning Chorus (Izzy True) In nighttime sweats And the nighttime chills The nighttime s**s Yeah the nighttime feels Like I can't get my brain together Will I feel insane forever? x2 Outro Will I feel insane forever? x4