Headspace

Why, oh why

Some days, some days

Try, oh try

Always, always

I think I'm overthinking again, think of my friends

Think I see inside they eye a deep burning fire for revenge

I think I'm paranoid, if I'm wrong, ****, what then?

I think about how what's in — don't align with what's within

I think I'm stuck, I think I suck, I think stupid

I think I'm free, I think I'm so me it help you be human

I think I'm alien, think I'm radiant, think I'm patient

Then a **** get in traffic, start screaming, hollering, raging

And I think I'm guarded, I think I'm Marxist, think I'm anarchist

When I think of suicide I think I think the word catharsis

I think I'm broken, I think I'm healed, I think I'm phoenix

Think I'm Kobe, think I'm Magic, think I'm I just Gilbert arenas

Think I think about my penis so much it makes me a dick

I think OJ did it, but then I think about what they did to Emmett

Gimme a minute, ****, I think might be sick

I think I'm straight, I think I'm queer, think I'm a seer

Think about hair plugs to patch the patch in my beard

I think the way we gender objects and actions is weird

I think of fear, I think of flight, I think of freeze

If I had superpowers, it'd prolly be all of these

I think at light speed, think of God's Speed

Think how Frank felt when he finished that night, and Nike

I think about the songs in my psyche singing write me

I think she like me, I think I love her, I think I'm lusting

I think 'bout throwing 'bows over the body of my cousin

I think I miss my Granny, but I think she think I'm bugging

I think 'bout how this music came from us shooting the dozens

I think I'm nothing, I think I'm God, I think I'm damned

I think what life was like in the 70's in Iran

I think the worst abuse is from the tongue, not from the hand

I think I crammed for every test I ever took

I think the book of revelations is the reason we at war

I think my attitude is rich, I think my attitude is poor

I think the paradox is truth,I think I'm sweating out the booth

I think a penny for my thoughts would make me rich as Mansa Musa

Think I really is no different than bacteria in loofas

Think I been on a shroom trip since '98

Think I never learned to mourn so I be silent at the wake

I think tele-therapy was prolly just one big mistake

Why, oh why

Some days, some days

Try, oh try

Always, always