[Intro: N/A]
He just goes
A little mad sometimes
We all go a little mad sometimes
[Verse 1: Rob Riley]
The monkeys no longer on my back, he's on my knee
Directly in front of me, keeping me company
Comfortably, confronting my inner suffering
Summoning my inner demons, vehemently leaning
Towards steaming like a locomotive, the more commotion I go
Into convulsions, I'm a timed explosive, exploding
Holding swollen emotions, the red handed culprits me
Slowly but surely going through the motions
Over and over again, to get it out of my head
Would be a pleasure instead, it's lingering in there
Like memories of the dead, I can't let go of
So I drown it in art, like the arc of Noah's
[Hook x2: Rob Riley]
Soon as I think I'm coming out it
The water rises and Im slowly drowning
Feet steady sinking into solid ground then
No helping hand around to even pull me out it
I doubt it
[Verse 2: Rob Riley]
Though his was submerged in waters, or so I've read
I'm prepared to get more in depth
In debt over my own head, trying to see out of
My sea of problems but ain't we lucky we got em
So sayeth the theme song
Fucked up but it's something to lean on
For support like skyscrapers in King Kong
I mean well though it may as well seem wrong
Holding something of value in my pink palm
So hard the large muscle in my right arm
Retracts
Big enough for everyone to see that
I'm going out swinging like speed bags
These sprags sittin on ass whippings like bean bags
[Hook x2: Rob Riley]
Soon as I think I'm coming out it
The water rises and Im slowly drowning
Feet steady sinking into solid ground then
No helping hand around to even pull me out it
I doubt it
[Verse 3: Rob Riley]
Comfortable, they coming to you, hope you wearin a pee pad
I'm a hover over they nugget like heat lamps
Above it washin my hands of it with a clean rag
Erstwhile, I'll drag behind for now
Looking for something furtile to mow down
Slowing down, the older I get the more I'm feelin it
Shaking these stank fish from my pole, so I won't reel 'em in