Big Diesel - Alphanumeric lyrics

The other side of my membrane is going berserk Is it my psychosis or flooding on the sizzurp I don't know, I can't think My mind's gone, I can't blink It makes sense if you think of it My mother knows, she intuitive Where is the God that I can trust? Where is the girl that I can bust? Where is the notepad it is a must Wanna ride cars, get tired of the bus Like a hemorrhoid, it's pain to my bu*t Like paper to scissors, I'm tired of being cut I'm playing safety, have no time to rush A contradiction, but I don't give a f** That's right, I don't give a f** Another word filler for the rest of this smut Searching for the clover without any luck Pippi Longstocking would not give it up So I have no choice but cross seven seas To find the sensation that claims the bee's knees I become malignant like disease of the cancer Playing second bananas to the n***a ahead of Prancer Mellow dramatic, but flows are being crafted Mathematical when I serving these tangents A full house of women like I'm Bob Saget Supplying me with routine to support my habits Rocking my adidas while doing the cabbage patch A clever MC that is within their habitat What you called negativity I call creativity More important than the scene at the nativity What will happen at my 32 years? Not acting like Forrest running away from my fears Sometimes life can really grind my gears Stay in my lane and always switching gears The tank is on E, but I am staying focus To another state of mind of my psychosis