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letra de unstable - smooth brained mofo

hook- walking around with the books in my hand, had a nice trip now i’m falling where i stand

verse 1- now all alone, in a world of my own, a rush of adrenaline, a feminine man, callin’ me nothin but i’m mentally r-t-rded, but they don’t understand that my brain had farted, before all of this had ever even started

hook- walking around with the books in my hand, had a nice trip now i’m falling where i stand. (yah) – chorus – i wake up everyday, don’t know what to say, it’s so hard to think, i’ve dropped, i’m cloudy minded, whatever i say i know i will find it. the medicine, my regimen, i say i don’t mind it. i’m troubled, i’ve struggled, i’m lost in my own thoughts, this battle on the daily, is no longer what i have fought

verse 2- a cause to what we pause, to redetermine a mind that redefined the purpose of all our lives. a perspective, be reflective, of the thought to what we’re taught. for those who believe that the mentally disabled are nothing but mistakes that all parents want to remake, you be lookin through the eyes of them old guys, who do be takin, they be breaking, helpless kids of the unexpected the true neglected, all because there heads gone wild

middle 8/ bridge – the mr meseeks the he seeks all existence is pain. i’ll show you nothing but persistence til the thing called fame. yeah, having it tough, been growing up rough, no mama, no father shaping me nuff. been livin alone, calling my own, shots connectin them dots, piecing the puzzle gettin in trouble, all because i’m living a lot, think like a bot, the brain be chuggin away like a train, hitting the rain, all to reframe a mind of a devil who’s having it lame

verse 3- this daily bullying, i can’t hold it in, so i’m giving in, that’s it i’ve had enough, i can’t think straight, why is it so tough, life you turn around, you f-ck me over, you make me weak it’s hard to show her, my feelings that i’m feeling, i can’t breathe it’s so hard to deal with. that’s it i’ve had enough i’m ending, no bother spending, all this time wasting another breath, while i’d be better down here with death

outro- these whispers in all ears, these rumours are just like tumours, we all be assuming, this type of mis-illusion. these voices in my head are growing, they be throwing all these words ‘ hey, you mentally disabled? ’. i look em in the eyes and say all astounded ‘ it’s more like i’m mentally and emotionally unstable.’

- smooth brained mofo

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