Seven - Clinically Insane lyrics

It's raining outside right now... And it's pretty It looks so, it looks so, it looks so pretty It's pitch black and I hear birdies chirpin... Yo Clinically insane, how I'm feelin, how I'm feelin every day The whole entire sky is turning gray YHey, clinically insane, how I'm feelin, how I'm feelin every day And this is something I cannot betray Ridin through the city in the gross and arid temperature My car is makin noises with the broken air conditioner I swear my listeners are gonna dwindle (why?) I haven't yet delivered my talents It's like I'm such a mental stickler of balance The simple fantasy of cleansin my palate Is such a bone crushin instrument of malice I'm self-tortured, b**h enough The challenges administered by my own friends The simple breeze is like a cyclone wind The pins and needles under my own skin Are like the reasons that I have to carouse I cruise, nervous, tryin to capture the muse I never actually lose, I only sing the underpaid, overworked, the labor line, hymnal factory blues I guess the reason that I'm never lookin happy S'cause I'm paranoid and worried everybody's lookin at me And they're seein somethin undeveloped A punctured relic of myself I need to finish the story and f*ckin tell it Sittin at my house, and the temperature's hot Because it's summer and my central air conditioners shot I wanna be alone, taste the freedom, grumble and I groan To recreate the kingdom, f*ck I'll get stoned Maybe relax and pour wine (naw) I took three naps before nine My eyes are sore, I got an achey knee cap and sore spine Over-rested, takin no synthetic d** for depression That'll leave me with the floaty headed buzz They fill my life with happiness and copacetic love But when takin emcees, the paranoia's back to break me to pieces I give a f*ck about the names of diseases Or if the cure is the Lexapro of praisin of Jesus Cause sometimes a little shaft of sunlight Is all I need to pacify the issues that I'm holdin Even if the sh** is intricately woven and it's braided with my sinister compulsion I tell myself I'll get through it My doctor told me that depression means I'm sad for no reason That's bullsh**, I never been happy for no reason Bad seeds grow demons, if you block it out you moisten the root Just reach inside start choppin down the poisonous fruit You gotta try to leave the cloister you hide in Crack the bubble open, rub a little ointment inside it F*ck the choices provided you gotta aim for your visions Your heart is not a brain, don't let it make your decisions Boredom breeds struggle, hustle breeds calmness The right amount of pressure could break the sturdiest promise So don't trust a soul, til you're so comfortable Feelin grown up and calm, feelin robust and whole But never agonize over your universal role Insignificance is such a wild beauty to control You got a future to uphold So stop always dyin in the moment Stop always dyin in the moment