Sei la

Shh... Keep your feelings in a jar, Next to grandma’s ashes in my car. Heh... --- [Verse 1] They told me to be kind — I flipped ‘em the bird, Adopted a puppy just to teach it bad words. My mom called me toxic — no lie, that’s fair, She found a note in my room: "Die with care." Tried therapy once, but the doc wore a vest, I said, "Smart move — I brought knives to impress." I make blind jokes at school for the visually scarred, Then moonwalked into traffic just to raise the bar. I sell hugs in dark alleys with knives attached, Told a girl “You’re perfect,” then ghosted her match. I’m that guy who fakes his own death for likes, Then shows up at his wake with expired Sprite. --- [Hook – melodic sarcasm] 🎵 I'm off my meds again, can’t feel my skin, Told the voices, “Move out,” they invited ten friends. If karma’s real, then I’m the CEO, Spitting hate mail wrapped in a s*****e note. I’m off my meds again — tell God to duck, Cause if I c***h this church, I’ll call it "faith-based luck." 🎵 Laugh at the pain, it’s my oxygen — Come sing along — I’m off my meds again! --- [Verse 2] Put a Ouija board on a Tinder date, Told her, "Talk dirty — or resurrect my hate." I prank call b**b squads just for a thrill, Then tip toe through cemeteries for the chill. My grandma’s will left me fifty cents, So I bought half a h****n and paid the rent. I taught kids math using crime scenes and chalk, And gave a TED Talk on how not to get caught. They banned me from Walmart for hiding in coats, Jumping out, yelling “Taxes!” — watch boomers c***e. My dream job’s being a priest — in Vegas, drunk, With a slot machine bible and a cross that pumps. --- [Hook – shouted now, more chaotic] 🎵 I'm off my meds again, can’t feel regret, Slapped Cupid in the face just to place a bet. If God’s upstairs, then cut the lights, Cause I’m turning this planet into open mic nights! I’m off my meds again — therapist ran, Now I sleep in a coffin with a tan and a plan. 🎵 Laugh at the pain, it’s my oxygen — Come die with style — I’m off my meds again! --- [Bridge – spoken like a confession] They said I’m not “mentally stable” — But neither’s this table I’m tied to. Oops, wrong rhyme — right crime. Let’s rewind… nah, too late. --- [Outro – whispered and sung] 🎵 Life’s a joke, and I’m the broken pen... Writing punchlines in b***d ‘til the end. So tell your kids not to grow up like me... Or do. Depends what you want on TV.