Sweet barrier relief, bury your grief
Underneath the discreet sheet of nightfall
Where your thoughts crawl to the cure all
And you start hollering for a little bit more
I'm the hit whore, gotta thank the lord
For the sanity he sells back to me
In a little baggie, or two... or three
Who in their right mind
Would mind if I'm out of mine
Who in their right mind
Lot's of things I'm on the run from
A neighborhoodlum
Marching to the beat of my own conundrum
I got the lump some of a problem
So if you want some, come and get some
Who in their right mind
Would mind if I'm out of mine
Who in their right mind
Who in their right mind
Would mind if I'm out of mine
Who in their right mind
Getting well with the sickness
Everyday is Christmas
I leave my mark but never a witness
I mind my own business
Set in stone to the metronome
What I mean is, I'm a genius
I got the cosmos intravenous
Floundering around amounting to nothing
Coming down fast and I don't give a f*ck in
Who in their right mind
Would mind if I'm out of mine
Who in their right mind
Laying low in the shadows
Yeah, I'm bad though
I got mad flow
Take a peep while you're wading in the shallows
I'm a demon drowning in the deep end
Yeah, let that seep in
Who in their right mind
Would mind if I'm out of mine
Who in their right mindWho in their right mind
Would mind if I'm out of mine
Who in their right mind