Pac-Man

Album: Song Machine: Season One - Strange Timez (2020)
  • Alrighty
    Let's go
    Uh, ah

    You can freak me out, you can throw me in the lion pit
    You can borrow my hands and tell me I'm not here
    I'm a mad Pac-Man, livin' in a leveled world
    Everywhere I go, I don't know where I am

    You can call me cracked, you can call me mad and stifled
    You can hold my hand, sail me into bathing light
    Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you
    Everywhere I go, I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
    I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out, stressin' out

    You can hide your head, you can throw me in the lion pit
    You can borrow 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

    I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
    I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
    I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
    I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
    I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
    I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
    I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
    I'm stressin' out

    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 tails?
    Ayy, can't dream if my ego is broke
    The jokes that 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, then my mind went trip
    Create the wave so the vibe all mix

    (I'm a mad Pac-Man) Suu
    (Livin' in a leveled world)

    Yo, I been at the top of the top
    Fell from the ceiling before I fail
    'Cause I needed to grow, Bruce Lee, royal with the glow
    Uh, walked on the edge, fuck tryna dream in the bed
    'Fore I die on these meds, niggas gon' die on the feds
    'Fore I make it to jail, prolly put one in the head
    Fuck the judge and the prosecutor for hangin' 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 red lights
    Take flight, the life gon' bloom for the Black Knight
    Keep a piece, no Buddhist, got the whole hood boomin'
    I'm like a Crip how I stewed it, you on your ass, stuck, stupid
    You makin' we look bad, I rock the beat, won't crash
    I had to fill my bag, I had to hide my stash
    You know the cops' lights flash, I had to clear my dash
    I represent my flag, I gave the hood my last
    Every full-grown minute, I had to change my image
    The brain don't got limits, you think a mill' mean winnin'
    Pigs out here skinnin', your soul ain't authentic
    You died and still ain't livin' Writer/s: Damon Albarn, Elvin Shahbazian, Joel Mcneill, John Mcneill, John Smythe, Paul Huston, Quincy Hanley, Remi Kabaka
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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