If it howls in the night, you walk it
Walks to the edge?
You off it
Have something to say?
You're a prophet
They like what you say, so you profit
You called for a shrink?
Yo, I got this
You're not all there
But you're not sick
Tell me all your problems darling;
Tell me that the world's been cruel and your starving
I don't mess around with plastic viles with the smiles
Not my style
Ups, downs, baby, I'm monastic
I pray to the Gods on the plastic cla**ics
You called?
Let it ring
Yo, I got this, feeling I should stay at the apartment
And tell you all my problems, darling;
Tell you that the world's been cruel and I'm starving
There are a days
Where that sun won't shine on you
So you set a fire
And you let it burn through
Where you gonna run when the storm hits?
I'll be at the eye, smiling wide, in the thick of it
You're missing it
I love a good beating
I revel in it just like a pig in sh**
You called for a sign?
Yo I got this
We're all f**ed up and we're all sick
Learn to love the lows, my darling
You'll be feelin' better in the light from the morning
I don't care
I don't know
I don't talk about them no more
'Cause you gotta be crazy keepin' the past on the tip of your tongue
Under the small of your back, in your pocket
That's where your spine is
The word is “forgotten”
That's what you need to be callin' the ones that keep you up at night:
“forgotten”