Mad?

I'm back up, back up, back up in my bag, bag, bag
Make sure that you crank this to the max, max, max
We know that today will never last, last, last
So quit lookin' for reasons to be (MAD, MAD, MAD)

Everybody taking off they mask
I'm just out here tryn to get the cash
Feelin' like my brain being tapped, trapped, mapped
That's why I stay smoking on gas, gas, gas
Puffin' and passin' until my lungs is collapsin'
I'm rappin' like I got a motherfuckin' tongue full of acid
I'm still stuck in the cavern with all my love for the masses
So fuck it, while I'm here I'll have some fun with the madness
We asking 5th dimension questions, using some etch-a-sketches
Caused us to lose the message, making all of these messes
Resentments became infectious, lost sight of our own reflections
The only way to reset it is punching your solar plexus

So I'm
Back up, back up, back up in my bag, bag, bag
Make sure that you crank this to the max, max, max
We know that today will never last, last, last
So quit lookin' for reasons to be (MAD, MAD, MAD)

Momma told me stay up on my path, path, path
Depression had me all up in its grasp, down bad
But I learned to come to terms with past, past, past
So why y'all out here tryn' to see me (MAD, MAD, MAD?)

Fuck, your frustrations
I'm young, and abrasive
Ain't none, gon' change shit
I'm done, being patient
Waiting for them to fix it
They claimin' they too nutritious
While I be doin their dishes
My head down about my business
These bitches bitchin' ballistic, can't act like I never did it
But learned one thing it isn't, is making a single difference
Bullshit is consistent, you gon' let it piss you off?
The peace of mind you paying with really ain't worth the cost

We fly, or we fall
But we might, just evolve
Guess time, will tell all
I just hope y'all see some meaning in these songs

But I'm still
Back up, back up, back up in my bag, bag, bag
Make sure that you crank this to the max, max, max
We know that today will never last, last, last
So quit lookin for reasons to be (MAD, MAD, MAD)

Everybody trapped up in they apps, apps, apps
Got us all tryn to grab the ass, cash, fast
But I already did the math, math, math
And really ain't no reason to be (MAD, MAD, MAD)

Life in the sky might be a vibe
But remember, don't fly too high
We all just tryn to survive the dive
The Age of Icarus, A.I.
And with that, goodnight.