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brainland - grey matter lyrics

[intro]
brain stem baby
see dale, i don’t know how much you know about therapy
but it usually starts with you telling me something about yourself
uh, this is houston, say again please
houston, we have a problem

[verse 1: charlie / hempispherico]
i got big pons make me chillin’ up in outer sp-ce
head get messy like my cortex mixtape
smellin’ like temporal and i’m lookin’ like s-x
i’m outside for real with the slimes and the slatts
make me feelin’ all dumb like i just got finessed
fendi snowpants cause my serotonin snap
you lookin’ uglah, occipital trash
it’s what i see with, see your broke -ss

[verse 2: harrison / felonius gru]
demons, they follow me deep in the dark
i got some problems ‘the function ‘my heart (medulla)
i ain’t been home but i still hear ‘em talkin’
really mean guy took a chunk out my noggin (ow)
damage my cortex, no judgment, can’t use it
memory all funky, can’t tell who’s my jeweler (who?)
told him to throw out my piece, look like sh-t
ever since, i just can’t give no f-ck ’bout no b-tch (i got shot)

[chorus: charlie / ynx brainiac]
brainy, had to make gray matter lately, yeah
brainy, what part of brain make babies? yeah? (s-x time)
i feel brainy for a reason (brains)
i understand like bits and pieces (big school), i don’t sauce unless i need it (big sauce)
i got plans unless i need ya

[verse 3: harrison / big oops]
got the brain stem broke, just before the accidental
norman bates with the eights, i’ma go psycho
limbic system move my temper, put you in a spiral
feel like i’m brainy, b-tches go wherever i go
go against the grain like i’m battlin’ the silo
i got my frontal lobe damaged, i feel like digging in a spiral
compet-tion rivals, baljeet winning t-tles
people asking people what i think pons means h-ll if i know

[verse 4: harrison / pons tha relayer]
pons got me up all linking sh-t to sh-t to sh-t
like i’m not a scientist and sh-t
like i haven’t known what pons means and sh-t
cause then you thinking bout your headsp-ce like you pavlov’s dog and sh-t
boy, i’m like sigmund with this sh-t
you get out the chair, you get in the chair
the things in the mirror, the way they appear
you look to the rear, you start to hear, temporal severe
you f-ckin’ with time, you f-ckin’ with mine, brainy

[chorus: charlie / ynx brainiac]
brainy, had to ask why are you crazy, yeah
brainy, hypothalamus broke made me sweaty, yeah
i got pons for respiration, (pons), i got temporal, senorita (s-x time)
i got pons for what i need-a (big pons), i got smarts ‘cause my cerebral (cerebral)

[verse 5: harrison / smokerit]
i got balled up homework in my pocket
frontal cortex tryna make me lose my focus (that’s a lobe)
got a lot of problems ‘need explaining
my medulla oblongata, got no agenda or a docket (achoo!)
and i flew with the stick, it’s a rocket
hippocampus burnin up like a pocket, uh
you ain’t talkin’ money, it’s nonsense
got your baby mama bein’ brainy in the moshpit

[verse 6: harrison / alz]
top of the morning to anybody who thought they could dance without it
thalamus, i’m like a big guy
mind tricks live inside of your head, i
devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye
or sh-t, i be losin’ thought
shawty said i be wildin’ and trippin’ cause my corpus don’t quit
forget her name though, hippocampus actin’ wild and sh-t
really i flew to atl with an ap
at the airport, this girl ask me, “hey, are you crazy?” (i gotta get checked)

[chorus: charlie / ynx brainiac]
brainy, i think maybe i’m a looney, yeah
baby, no asenapine on me lately, yeah (can’t fix that sh-t up)
i got paranoid schizophrenia (vans), there’s a van, i’m being followed (white vans)
shots are poison, vaccinia (i’m being followed) , i keep peeking out my window

[verse 7: harrison / lil bundy]
thinkin’ like imma smash
she think it’s all puddycat but, h-ll, i ain’t even mad
i started doin’ motor function, hippothalmus for that
she had a frontal lobe, it really made her yelp like who that, i did it anyway
i’m a sociopath
comin’ down the 85, flyin’, doin’ the dash
some kids dyin’ today
my cerebellum send signals which and way (b-tch)
my thinking perfect, my emotion fugazi (ayy)

[verse 8: harrison / anxiety pablo]
i got too much feels
my amygdala makin’ my emotions be like too d-mn real
i cry at everything, i cry at adam sandler
and i conquer and let it burn like ocd exposure
reticular, my premotor, uh
movin’ like concur, and i concur, that uh
my callosum, coordinates me, uh
parietal talk to me, i need some vitamin d, uh
um, okay, huh, brainy make me feel h-lla crazy (yup)
ayy, okay, let’s look in, get an x-ray (we get it checked!)

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