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Pac-Man (feat. Schoolboy Q)

Gorillaz

Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez


(Alrighty)
(go...
Uh, ah)

You can freak me out, you can throw me in the lion pit
You can boil my hands and tell me I'm not here
I'm a mad Pac-Man, living in a levelled world
Everywhere I go I don't know where I am

You can call me crack, you can call me glad and cyborg
You can load my head and send me into bathing light
Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you
Everywhere I go, no stressing out, no stressing out
no stressing out, no stressing out, stressing out

You can hide your head, you can throw me in the lime pit
You can boil my days and tell me I'm not blue
Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you
Everywhere I go, I don't know where I am

stressing out, stressing out
stressing out, stressing out
stressing out, stressing out
stressing out, stressing out
stressing out, stressing out
stressing out, stressing out
stressing out, stressing out
stressing out

Uh, how can I trust truth?
Uh, when I ain't got nothin' to sell
I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell
Uh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck my tail?
Ay, can't dream if my ego is broke, nah
The jokes to try to find the answer to nope (Uh)
My type of drive, you can't buy this shit
You got a heart but it don't beat like this
I had a spark in my mind went trip
Create the wave so the vibe all mix

I'm a mad Pac-Man (Suu)
Living in a levelled world...

Yo, I've been at the top of the top
Fell from the ceiling before I fell
Cuz I needed to grow, Bruce Leeroy with the glow
Uh, walk on the edge, fuck trying to dream in the bed
'Fore I die on these meds, nigga gon die in the feds
'Fore I make it to jail, I'll probably put one in the head
Fuck the judge and the prosecutor for hanging me dead
Plus thirty and still movin, I'm closer to live, right?
Closer to live, right?
All the trauma from past never taught me to fear heights
Normal to fly, now can't be stuck in the rear lights
Take flight the life gone bloom for the Black Knight
Keep a piece like Buddas, got the whole hood boomin'
I'm like a Crip high student, you on ya ass stuck stupid
You making weed look bad, I'll ride the beat, won't crash
I had to fill my bag, I had to hide my stash
You know the cop lights flash, I had to clear my dash
I represent my flag, I gave the hood my last
Every food crumb in it, I had to change my image
The brain don't got limits, you think a mil' me winning
Pigs out here skinning, his soul ain't authentic
You died and still ain't living

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