Cuckoo - Vhs

Hello and welcome to the mental health hotline

If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly

If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother

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If you have short-term memory loss, please try and call again later

If you have low self-esteem, hang up

All of our operators are too busy to talk to you

There ain’t nothing wrong with me

When there’s perverts, and murderers, and cops on TV, huh

And ion even mean to preach

'Cause what the fuck do I know?

I may say that I don’t

But I still miss those, pretending we were schizos

And hollerin' lyrics word-for-word

Swearin' Shinoda’s flow was sick, though

Catching up to time be hard as fuck ‘cause time be moving quick-slow

Didn’t think it be like this though, 'fore you know it they gon' get you with

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Welcome to the modern age uh, the year of our Lord

2020, get down on the floor

We all would feel better, we all would be better

Without the holes in the classroom doors

The modern age, the year of our Lord

2020, put your hands on the floor

We all would feel better, we all would be better

If we weren’t all better off dead, uh-uh

I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy

I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy

I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy,

I ain’t crazy

(Who are you?)

I’m out of my mind, out of my element

Might fly back home and tend to the tenements

Sovereign, king of my mind surely no common man

I’m hotter than the Betelgeuse supernova in quadrant 10

(How you been?)

Mind is like a mental prison

Chain and shackled to the ceilin'

Tied and gagged with frontal baggage

But I’m chillin' like a villain, who plan on killin' every chillun'

Dependent on criminal riddance all 'cause it’s a good feelin'

(Are you okay?)

Cerebellum seems to be intact

Cerebral cortex is overloaded with poon and snatch

I seldom act upon logic, I screw honesty

Disprove policy, trapped in a crude democracy

(Why do you feel this way?)

Well, daddy left and mommy used her words

To preach and curse about how I should be a nurse

Because there is no happiness or end goal without a purse

Full of paper plus it’s safer to trust fund in the church

The trouble mister, we don’t mean it

But I ain’t finna talk, fuck off with that subpoena

Stuck reminiscing, sticking pencils through the tape

Thinking and thinking shit, I got the brain on autoplay

A nigga fucked your bitch and then I kicked her out my place

To get her off my dick I had spray her down with mace

We got the jazz, the funk, calculated fast, you punk

Chalk it to math and lock the baggage in the trunk

(Where did it all go wrong?)

Like it was ever right

These words are hella tight, they’ve caused-uh hella fights

And kept me up awake at night

The mind of a lobotomite

Minute by minute it getting worse, and I ignore the signs

A dependant, remind me, I’ll forget it

Behind me are the credits

Beside me got the Mac E-

Legendary where I’m stepping, I’m scary to who faking

But to me I’m going crazy while the moon is flipping crescents

I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy

I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy

I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy, I ain’t crazy,

I ain’t crazy