Pac-Man (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

2-D：
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
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 s**t
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
2-D/ScHoolboy Q：
I'm a mad Pac-Man
Suu
Livin' in a leveled world
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 f**k tryna dream in the bed
'Fore I die on these meds n***as gon' die on the feds
'Fore I make it to jail prolly put one in the head
F**k 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 a*s 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'