Song Machine: Pac-Man (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

Alrighty Let's go Uh, ah Chorus: 2-D 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 Verse 1: 2-D 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 Chorus: 2-D 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 Break: 2-D 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 Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q 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, nah 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 Break: 2-D & ScHoolboy Q I'm a mad Pac-Man Suu Livin' in a leveled world Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q 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'