There’s an infestation in my mind’s imagination,
I hope they choke on smoke ‘cause I’m smoking them out the basement,
This is not rap, this is not hip hop,
Just another attempt to make the voices stop,
Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something,
‘Cause I wasnt the only one who wasnt rushing to say nothing,
This doesnt mean I lost my dream,
It’s just right now I’ve got a really crazy mind to clean.
Gangsters don’t cry,
Therefore, therefore I’m,
Mr. Misty-eyed, therefore I’m.
Can you save, can you save my,
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me,
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
Nah, I didnt understand a thing you said,
If I didnt know better I’d guess you’re all already dead,
Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch,
Saying stuff like, “you only live once.”
You’ve got one time to figure it out,
One time to twist and one time to shout,
One time to think and I say we start now,
Sing it with me if you know what I’m talking about.
Lyrics:
Workin on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin too much
Havent done my taxes, Im too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin nuts
Niggas caught me slippin once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, Id tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
From Gagas brilliant Chromatica album, «911» is a look at mental health issues and perceptions of reality. When the video dropped, the singer hit Instagram to candidly inform her fans of its subject matter, ultimately deeming it «the poetry of pain.» In this Footnotes, director Tarsem Singh explains that the idea for the visuals for a long time and Gagas message fit perfectly. Learn about the fashion director and stylists, the Alexander McQueen dress, the mural on the wall, and other essential tidbits.