Crossfaded in the Psych Ward

Yeah…

I mixed the bottle with the blunt again…

Now I’m seein’ the janitor moonwalk through the hallway…

Why the padded room got LED lights though?

Walked in wobblin’, socks got no grip,

Talkin’ to a broom like “you my realest friend, quit!”

Nurse said “sir, please sit down in the chair,”

But I was busy racin’ wheelchairs down the stairs.

Crossfaded hard, peanut butter on my crocs,

Tried to fight a vending machine at 3 o’clock,

Dude in the corner barkin’, think he part wolf,

I barked back twice and he nodded like “truth.”

Somebody screamin’ that the TV got hands,

Another guy convinced he invented rubber bands,

I’m in the hallway yellin’ “WHO STOLE MY PHONE?”

Whole time I’m using it as a microphone.

Now the walls breathin’, ceiling fan singin’,

I think the nurse lowkey DJ’ing,

Security guard built like a fridge,

But he laughin’ when I fell off the bed.

Crossfaded in the insane asylum,

Everybody tweakin’, nobody quiet,

One dude shadowboxin’ invisible bees,

I’m eatin’ pudding cups talkin’ to trees.

Crossfaded in the psych ward lights,

Lost my left shoe sometime last night,

They said “take meds,” I said “which flavor?”

Now I’m playin’ Uno with Darth Vader.

Breakfast came, I thought the eggs were alive,

Tried to apologize because I almost used a knife,

Old dude next to me whisperin’ “the ducks work fed,”

I said “facts” then saluted my bread.

Tried to escape but forgot where the door at,

Ended up slow dancin’ with a floor mat,

Someone stole my Jell-O, now it’s personal,

I’m startin’ gang wars in the recreational.

Nurse walked in like “boy, what’s that smell?”

Probably me mixin’ hot Cheetos with NyQuil,

I was freestylin’ to the heart monitor beep,

Then passed out mid-bar and drooled in my sleep.

I swear the hallway stretched like GTA cheats,

Saw a mop bucket cryin’ in the passenger seat,

He said “life hard,” I said “bro, same,”

Then we both got escorted away.

Crossfaded in the insane asylum,

Whole building feelin’ like a side quest island,

One girl preachin’ to a bag of chips,

I’m makin’ tattoo plans with a guy named Rick.

Crossfaded and I lost all shame,

Signed my discharge papers with a fake rap name,

Walked outside still missin’ one sock…

And somehow brought the hospital clock.

…why is the clock barkin’ at me?

Nah man… I gotta stop mixin’ stuff.