A man and his mannequin Standing and panicking Fully attacking it Making impact again Crazy over the beat wondering when I will rap again I might have almost lost it then, but now it's back again As a matter of facts I'm Manu factoring Every factored plan that I could factor in But I'm still panicking within, I'm I'm freaking out, I'm panicking I can't see where I'm going, please help It feels like I'm drowning and not floating in these wells The clock strikes 12, ring the bells But please stop, if my ears start to swell It would be worse if blood started to gush as well Bloody floor as if a red filled paintbrush fell Can't I be creative with green as well If not, please don't hug me I'm scared to the core and I even might pee I thought they said if we put our minds to it we can do anything But now I know that anything is limiting within you can only be finished once the finishing stops The black, white and grey balloons have to pop They aren't creative enough like plain red lollipops When life gives you lemons, drink creative juices Making popcorn or lemonade are no excuses So unoriginal like black and blue bruises Be inspiring however you see fit Don't let the world decide for you unless you choose it you not alone, the struggle, I'm going through it when life feels like a mess put your foot down and move it shake your booty to the left and right, groove it if you mean it, do the booty the scooty to actually prove it (Chorus)