Yeah… here we go again.
Everyone shut up for a second.
…no? okay.

Voice one’s a critic, says I’m looking like a mess.
Voice two is gambling, tryna manifest success.
Number three replaying every dumb thing I said
in a middle school hallway, still stuck in my head.

It’s a crowded elevator and the cable ’bout to snap,
while I’m sitting in a meeting tryna nap through all the crap.
Shut up.
I’m just the guy in charge of keeping everything on… on… on track.

Now they’re counting every calorie in a slice of pizza pie.
Voice seven like “remember what you did in 2009?”
Nah.
It’s a riot in the lobby, it’s a circus in the back,
and I’m just the guy pretending I got any of this mapped.

Don’t call it a crisis, call it internal networking,
even if the whole machine stopped working.
Not now.
Who let that one thought back in? I thought we closed that door.
Again?

The committee’s in session, they won’t shut up.
Every single voice got a hand on the mic.
I’m not even talking, just holding it up,
trying not to lose every piece of my mind.

Too loud, too close, no space to go.
They keep saying things I don’t wanna know.
Yeah it’s my head but it don’t feel mine.
Someone cut the feed or mute this line.

“You’re late.”
“They heard you.”
“Too loud.”
“Too much.”
“You said it wrong.”

ENOUGH!


The committee’s in session, they won’t shut up.
Every single voice got a hand on the mic.
I’m not even talking, just holding it up,
trying not to lose every piece of my mind.

Too loud, too close, no space to go.
They keep saying things I don’t wanna know.
Yeah it’s my head but it don’t feel mine.
Someone cut the feed or mute this line.



Great.
Now they’re arguing about the outro.

“Too short.”
“Too long.”
“Needs more cowbell.”

…perfect.

I’m going to sleep.
You guys stay here and lock up.