[2-D] You can freak me out You can throw me in the lion pit You can boil my hands And tell me I´m not here I´m a mad pac-man Livin´ in a levelled world Everywhere I go I don´t know where I am
[2-D] You can call me crack, you can call me glad and cyborg You can load my head, and send me into bathing light Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you Everywhere I go, no stressin´ out, no stressin´ out No stressin´ out, no stressin´ out, stressin´ out
[2-D] You can hide your head You can throw me in the lime pit You can boil my days And tell me I´m not blue Everybody knows when I was sad I fell for you Everywhere I go I don´t know where I am
Uh, how can I trust truth? Uh, when I ain´t got nothin´ to sell I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell Uh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck in my tail? Ayy, can´t dream if my ego was broke, nah The jokes to try to find the answer to nope (Uh) My type of drive, you can´t buy this shit You got a heart but it don´t beat like this I had a spark in my mind went trip Create the wave so the vibe all mix
[2-D & ScHoolboy Q] (I´m a mad Pac-Man) School (Livin´ in a levelled world)
[ScHoolboy Q] Yo, I been at the top of the top
Fell from the ceiling before I fell ´Cause I needed to grow, Bruce Leeroy, with the glow, uh Walk on the edge Fuck trying to dream in the bed ‘Fore I die on these meds Nigga gon´ die in thee feds ‘Fore I make it to jail, I´ll probably put one in the Head Fuck the judge and prosecutor for hanging me dead Plus thirty and still movin´ I´m closer to live, right? Closer to live, right? All the trauma from past never taught me to fear heights Normal to fly now, can´t be stuck in the rear lights Take flight, the life gone bloom for the black knight
Keep a peace, like Buddas, got the whole hood boomin´ I´m like a Crip high student, you on your ass, stuck stupid You makin´ weed look bad, I´ll ride the beat, won´t crash I had to fill my bag I had to hide my stash You know the cop lights flash I had to clear my dash I represent my flag I gave the hood my last Every food crumb in it I had to change my image The brain don´t got limits Think a mil´, me winning Pigs out here skinning His soul ain´t authentic