[Hook: Pharrell Williams]

Mass hallucination baby

Ill education baby

Want to reconnect with your elations

This is your station baby



[Verse 1]

Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawals

Of a prisoner on his way

Trapped inside your desire

To fire bullets that stray

Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away

I should ask a choir what do you require

To sing a song that acquire me to have faith

As the record spin I should pray

For the record I recognize that I'm easily prey

I got ate alive yesterday

I got animosity building

It's probably big as a building

Me jumping off of the roof

Is me just playing it safe

But what am I supposed to do

When the topic is red or blue

And you understand that I ain't

But know I'm accustomed to

Just a couple that look for trouble

And live in the street with rank

No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study

And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face

From a function that tooken place

They was wondering if I bang

Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks

I don't mind because one day you'll respect

The good kid, m.A.A.d. city



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

All I see is strobe lights

Blinding me in my hindsight

Finding me by myself

Promise me you can help

In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until

You had finally made decision to hold me against my will

It was like a head on collision that folded me standing still

I can never pick out the difference

And grade a cop on the bill

Every time you clock in the morning

I feel you just want to kill

All my innocence while ignoring my purpose

To persevere as a better person

I know you heard this and probably in fear

But what am I supposed to do

With the blinking of red and blue

Flash from the top of your roof

And your dog has to say woof

And you ask, "Lift up your shirt"

Cause you wonder if a tattoo

Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through

Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile

I heard them chatter: "He's probably young but I know that he's down"

Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest

He don't mind, he know he'll never respect

The good kid, m.A.A.d. city



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

All I see in this room

20 Xanies and these 'shrooms

Grown-up candy for pain

Can we live in the same society

It's entirely stressful upon my brain

You hired me as a victim

I quietly hope for change

When violence is the rhythm

Inspired me to obtain

The silence in this room

With 20 Xanies and 'shrooms

Some grown-up candy I lost it

I feel it's nothing to lose

The streets sure to release the worst side of my best

Don't mind, cause now you ever in debt

To good kid, m.A.A.d. city



[Hook]