PAC-MAN lyrics

Alrighty

Let's 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 leveled world

Everywhere I go I don't know where I am

You can call me crack, you can call me mad 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 stressin' out, No stressin' out

No stressin' out, No stressin' out, stressin' out

You can hide your head, you can throw me in the lion 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

No stressin' out, No stressin' out

No stressin' out, No stressin' out

No stressin' out, No stressin' out

No stressin' out, No stressin' out

No stressin' out, No stressin' out

No stressin' out, No stressin' out

No stressin' out, No stressin' out

No stressin' 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 in my tails?

Ayy, can't dream if my ego is broke, nah

The jokes that 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, then my mind went trip

Create the wave so the vibe all mix

(I'm a mad Pac-Man) Suu

(Living in a leveled world)

Yo, I been at the top of the top

Fell from the ceiling before I fell

'Cause I needed to grow, Bruce Lee, royal with the glow

Uh, walked on the edge, fuck tryna dream in the bed

'Fore I die on these meds, n***** gon' die on the feds

'Fore I make it to jail, prolly put one in the head

Fuck the judge and the prosecutor for hangin' 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 red lights

Take flight, the life gon' bloom for the Black Knight

Keep a piece, no Buddhist, got the whole hood boomin'

I'm like a Crip how I stewed it, you on your ass, stuck, stupid

You makin' we look bad, I rock the beat, won't crash

I had to fill my bag, I had to hide my stash

You know the cops' lights flash, I had to clear my dash

I represent my flag, I gave the hood my last

Every full-grown minute, I had to change my image

The brain don't got limits, you think a mill' mean winnin'

Pigs out here skinnin', your soul ain't authentic

You died and still ain't livin{

• Artist:Gorillaz
• Album:Song Machine (2020)