[Verse]

How do I unfollow my own mind on Twitter?

Where's the button that allows me not to feel so fucking bitter

Can I mute it or delete it or undo the thoughts I tweeted

I don't wanna fucking see it, I don't wanna Read Receipt it

I had a fucking meeting where my fucking head was seated

And it only had me looking like a very red elitist

Mind running like a fucking pair of cherry red Adidas

And the left and the right of it are ineffective leaders

Old left wants to analyze a data set

Right wants to fantasize about what I ain't played with yet

I don't gamble, man, but if I had to make a bet

I'd wager neither side the winner, call it quits and make my bed

I prefer a brand of minimal productiveness

To something sure to send me on a spiral self-destructive kick

I'm defensive as the Broncos in the Super Bowl

So often I am feeling stubborn, obstinate, and super cold

Man, fuck it, I'm moving to Nantucket

Strung out, up and had it with dancing the damn puppet dance

Kick it on the beach with my feet in some luscious sand

But I'd take a book and brain before I'd take a couple Xans

Bet you didn't see the rhyming that I'm doing coming

But if anybody need reminding that I'm human

I'm in deep, deep trouble and it ain't reciprocated

But it brought about a brilliant song, I guess that it's okay then

Well, for one thing, I can't get off of my Twitter

And while usually I use it for a laugh or joke or wit or funny fodder

Now I gotta see a fucking dummy toddler

Every time I check the Moments page, I don't know why I bother

What's worse is your lack of consecration

For a poet who it going with a rapper's concentration

And a knack for consternation, I enact a consultation

With a feeling somewhat like the morning after consummation

Think about it (think about it) [x8]