Yeah

Tell me why you stuck, in uniform
Ay, son of a god, you in puny form
No wonder you treat the world like it’s yo looney farm
Or looney bin cuz look silly in, your uniform
Tell me why you stuck, in uniform
Ay, son of a god, you in puny form
No wonder you treat the world like it’s a looney farm
Or looney bin cuz look silly in, your uniform
Ay ay ay

Who are you
No, who are you really
When you take your uniform off
Are you still in it
Or are you not finished
Why you home then
When you think that time means more
Than what won’t end (message)
Clothes ain’t the only thing you chose
Closed ain’t the only swing of doors
You close but you dozed off
Do you really think that you could catch on
When you thowed off
If you the one writing
Then how you getting wrote off

Tell me why you stuck, in uniform
Ay, son of a god, you in puny form
No wonder you treat the world like it’s a looney farm
Or looney bin cuz look silly in, your uniform
Tell me why you stuck, in uniform
Ay, son of a god, you in puny form
No wonder you treat the world like it’s a looney farm
Or looney bin cuz look silly in, your uniform
Ay ay ay

The egoic mind wants to mute me
Not playing saying that they want to shoot me
And I don’t think they talking bout a movie
Your performance doesn’t grab me or move me
That’s cuz you still blank thanking up in form
Quick to grab arms
Making your new norm
Just snoozes and alarms
But never quite waking
I done showed you a form of
Kindness, mine is patience
All with different faces
But from the same image
But you can’t see past your self imposed limits
So all you do is hate yourself selfs enclosed in it
So here you are diminished (diminished)

Tell me why you stuck, in uniform
Ay, son of a god, you in puny form
No wonder you treat the world like it’s a looney farm
Or looney bin cuz look silly in, your uniform
Tell me why you stuck, in uniform
Ay, son of a god, you in puny form
No wonder you treat the world like it’s a looney farm
Or looney bin cuz look silly in, your uniform
Hol up hol up hol up