Straigt Jacket

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Brown = Tiny's vocals
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How many trips to the hospital does it take and, this is from the doctor to tell me it's okay. You're not dying kid, you need to stop breathing so heavily. All those anxiety attacks will affect your longevity. I probably just assume closest to those who had to deal with. Me when I think I'm dying and going completely hysteric. So after a weekend of freaking out at the clinic. A psychiatrist diagnosed me as a paranoid-schizophrenic. He prescribed me medication and he told me "Take this twice a day". Pills to set my mind straight seems like a small price to pay. But that's life today and it feels like I'm rebelled. All idle hands want me back at their workshop of the devil. I paid my dues in this game and now I got to console. Somebody else so I stop from going out of control. So don't school me 'cause you don't know where I've been. Or what category I fall into so let the story begin.

[Chorus x4]
I've got a straight jacket on I've gotta get it out. I've gotta take the control, I'm taking over now.

Ey yo, so how many prescriptions and pills to calm me down. Would you just listen just once, my mother's stressed to pay your crowns. How many dispair moments, how many pointless affairs. I ain't got chance for you now, just bad company here. How many sleepless nights and all the fuss to keep me from the four. To a little deeper talk of places I was in before. And I think I've seen the way out, still I worry all the time. But it might play out, the way I said it would in my rhymes. And I'm tired of learning lessons how can I quit these forces. Apply your methods in me and all your diagnosis. 'Cause I keep falling a little further astray. And it's tough to be alone and deserted these days.

[Chorus x4]

I walk around in frustration, lays me down and then sit. I'm lying face down and spaced the fuck out of my wits. How hard can it get still I'm reluctant to try. I watch the seasons change while time keeps passing me by. I got these chains on my brain going out of this world, and I got a straight jacket on but time keeps passing me by. Do I breathe in or breathe out, 'cause I'm so heavy inside, but I try to keep going but time keeps passing me by.

[Chorus x4]

 

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