My simple friend just handed me a weapon for problems
I probably should mention that he's figment caught in my noggin
Telling me when I am wrong and when I'm wasting my time with just talking
Agreeable delusions will fuse into options, now
He looks identical to the closest of all my associates
Followed me to Atlantic City on a trail of my notes written on post-it slips
I'm over this, I swear
But dare I share the truth of all my affairs
Who really would care?
I haven't seen the future, but I'm confident that it probably is there
As far as I could tell, to think I had a choice
White noise, my voice is moist and muffled but I still rejoice
Watch my simple friend developing yearly, driven by fellow queries, enveloped in theory
First a superhero, then grew to athlete
And now he's rapping for loyal fans and hasn't a problem remaining happy

So what you thinking 'bout?

I remember when I first stated with this
Part of it is that I'm all in a twist, but hey
I slip into a dream and I forget the things I've seen
The things I deem worthy in between a number of extremes
To think of life as a rehearsal
To think I walk in circles
Asking just how I landed in this infomercial
My curfew, to think I had a choice
White noise, my voice is moist and muffled but I still rejoice
It's something fuzzy, but I swear that it's real
It's right above me and I barely can feel
Dilemmas of the moral compass, familiar judges
My budget is something that I have cut into nothing with substance
But hey, it's something nonetheless
I see my father's father stand before say "Your son will be next"
And I don't really know what to make of that
But oddly enough, I think I roughly kind of knew where he was at, so

What you thinking 'bout?

The world is intertwined
My verse unified in a universe defined by simple lines
Let my simple mind mingle in time
Let the trustee salesman sing me jingles while I sprinkle singles for signs
Felt it when I told ya, like hell is freezing over
Wish that I could just just doze and melt into my sofa
Instead I stay consumed by this notion of doom
Don't know if it's soon, but I know that it's true
Know that my life is the chronic episodically topical historical chronicles of those with whom I spoke before my time has been through
I don't know you. Why do we do? Why can't I sleep?
I got work in the morning, but I'm tired and week
Life isn't meek
There's something beautiful here but I'm too tired to see
Right in the cheek, let this pharmaceutical here steer me toward a life with a peek
Close my eyes, now my body is numb, I finally can sleep