(Nina Simone)

Baby, you understand me now

If sometimes you see that I'm mad

Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?

When everything goes wrong you see some bad

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Verse 1:

Yea, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained

But I’m fucking bi-polar, so let me explain

There’s something in my brain, that triggers

And next thing i'm going insane

The manic highs, depressive pain

That girl get fuckin’ weird,... like Ye

Tried my best to read the bible

But I’d rather shoot my brains with a rifle

Scary

I rarely ever gave a fuck

For almost my entire life, my mental health sucked

I’m only rappin’ cuzz I need to get my money UP

So I can trade my Kia Soul in for a fucking Wrangler truck

Ughhhhh

The only drugs that I need is shrooms

And if I ever get famous, the fuckin’ world is doomed

BOOM!

Corporate America…enslaved like Coons

I’ll turn my notice in and cuss these fuckers out on Zoom

(Nina Simone)

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Verse 2:

Yea, what’s understood ain't gotta be explained

But when my family hears this, they’ll probably be ashamed

My dad bi polar too, but he not the one to blame

It all started when my ancestors got enslaved

For about a week, I didn’t get no fucking sleep

Next thing I know I ended up at Wekiva Springs

I was in that bitch off the shits, like a fuckin’ fiend

Making a bunch shit up in my head like I was in a dream

They gave me 800 milligram’s of lithium

I couldn’t swallow my food, cuzz my whole face was numb

Had to go to the E.R, cuzz my whole body started to quiver

I was looking like Michael Jackson when he was up in Thriller

Chiller

But I’m not taking any more meds

But last thing I want to do, is get shot by the feds

And I know that sounds a little frantic

But police lowkey need to panic, when Marie is Manic