good kid
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics


Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby

Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire
To fire bullets that stray
Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away
I should ask a choir, "What do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?"
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I recognize that I'm easily prey
I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity building
It's probably big as a building
Me jumping off of the roof
Is just me playing it safe
But what am I supposed to do?
When the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain't
But know I'm accustomed to
Just a couple that look for trouble
And live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study
And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face
From a function that tooken place
They was wondering if I bang
Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks
I don't mind because one day you'll respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby

All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
You had finally made decision to hold me against my will
It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still
I can never pick out the difference
And grade a cop on the bill
Every time you clock in the morning
I feel you just want to kill
All my innocence while ignoring my purpose
To persevere as a better person
I know you heard this and probably in fear
But what am I supposed to do?
When the blinking of red and blue
Flash from the top of your roof
And your dog has to say woof
And you ask, "Lift up your shirt"
'Cause you wonder if a tattoo
Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile
I heard them chatter, "He's probably young but I know that he's down"
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest
He don't mind, he know he'll never respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby

All I see in this room
Twenty Xannies and these 'shrooms
Grown-up candy for pain
Can we live in a sane society?
It's entirely stressful upon my brain
You hired me as a victim
I quietly hope for change
When violence is the rhythm
Inspired me to obtain
The silence in this room
With twenty Xannies and 'shrooms
Some grown-up candy I lost it
I feel it's nothing to lose
The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt
To good kid, m.A.A.d. city

Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby

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Written by: Pharrell Williams, Kendrick Lamar

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Ramit

But what am I supposed to do?
When the blinking of red and blue
Flash from the top of your roof
And your dog has to say woof
And you ask, "Lift up your shirt"
'Cause you wonder if a tattoo
Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile
I heard them chatter, "He's probably young but I know that he's down"
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest
He don't mind, he know he'll never respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city



Desi Hayward

[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Look inside these walls and you see I'm havin' withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire to fire bullets that stray
Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away
I should ask a choir: "What do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?"
As the record spin I should pray
For the record, I recognize that I'm easily prey
I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity buildin', it's prob'ly big as a buildin'
Me jumpin' off of the roof is me just playin' it safe
But what am I 'posed to do when the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain't
But know I'm accustomed to just a couple that look for trouble
And live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walkin' from bible study
And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face
From a function that tooken place, they was wonderin' if I bang
Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks
I don't mind 'cause one day you'll respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d city

[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
All I see is strobe lights, blindin' me in my hindsight
Findin' me by myself, promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
You had finally made decision to hold me against my will
It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still
I can never pick out the difference and grade a cop on the bill
Every time you clock in the morning, I feel you just want to kill
All my innocence while ignorin' my purpose to persevere
As a better person; I know you heard this and probably in fear
But what am I 'posed to do when the blinkin' of red and blue
Flash from the top of your roof and your dog has to say woof
And you ask: "Lift up your shirt," because you wonder if a tattoo
Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile
I heard 'em chatter: "He's prob'ly young, but I know that he's down
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet-proof vest
He don't mind, he know we'll never respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city.

[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
All I see in this room: 20's, Xannies and these 'shrooms
Grown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane
Society? It's entirely stressful upon my brain
You hired me as a victim, I quietly hope for change
When violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtain
The silence in this room with 20's, Xannies and 'shrooms
Some grown-up candy, I lost it, I feel it's nothin' to lose
The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby



Kobe24lakeshow

Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Look inside these walls and you see I'm havin' withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire to fire bullets that stray
Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away
I should ask a choir: "What do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?"
As the record spin I should pray
For the record, I recognize that I'm easily prey
I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity buildin', it's prob'ly big as a buildin'
Me jumpin' off of the roof is me just playin' it safe
But what am I 'posed to do when the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain't
But know I'm accustomed to just a couple that look for trouble
And live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walkin' from bible study
And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face
From a function that tooken place, they was wonderin' if I bang
Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks
I don't mind 'cause one day you'll respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d city


[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
All I see is strobe lights, blindin' me in my hindsight
Findin' me by myself, promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
You had finally made decision to hold me against my will
It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still
I can never pick out the difference and grade a cop on the bill
Every time you clock in the morning, I feel you just want to kill
All my innocence while ignorin' my purpose to persevere
As a better person; I know you heard this and probably in fear
But what am I 'posed to do when the blinkin' of red and blue
Flash from the top of your roof and your dog has to say woof
And you ask: "Lift up your shirt," because you wonder if a tattoo
Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile
I heard 'em chatter: "He's prob'ly young, but I know that he's down
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet-proof vest
He don't mind, he know we'll never respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city."
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
All I see in this room: 20's, Xannies and these 'shrooms
Grown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane
Society? It's entirely stressful upon my brain
You hired me as a victim, I quietly hope for change
When violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtain
The silence in this room with 20's, Xannies and 'shrooms
Some grown-up candy, I lost it, I feel it's nothin' to lose
The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby



Davon Gilder

(Chorus)
Mass hallucination baby. Ill education baby. Want to reconnect with your elations. This is your station baby.

(Verse 1)
Look inside these walls and you'll see them having withdrawals.
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire to fire bullets that stray.
Track attire, just tell you I'm tired then run away
I should ask a choir what do you require to sing a song that acquire me to have faith
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I recognize that I'm easily prey. I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity building, it's probably big as a building.
Me jumping off the roof
It's just me just playing it safe
But what am I supposed to do when the topic is red or blue.
And you understand that I ain't, but know I'm accustomed to
Just a couple that look for trouble and live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walking home from bible study
He called his homies because he said he had noticed my face, from a function that taken place.
They was wondering if I bang
Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks.
I don't mind cuz one day you'll respect
The good kid maad city

(Chorus)
Mass hallucination baby. Ill education baby. Want to reconnect with your elations. This is your station baby.

(Verse 2)
All I see is strobe lights blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help and all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
You had finally made decision to hold me against my will
It was like a head on collision that folded me standing still
I can never pick out the difference and grade a cop on a bill
Every time you clock in the morning I feel you just wanna kill
All innocence while ignoring my purpose to persevere as a better person
I know you heard this and probably in fear
But what am I supposed to do when the blinking of red and blue
Flash from the top of your roof and your dog has to say "woof"
And you ask lift up of your shirt cuz you wonder if a tattoo of affiliation make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile
I heard them chatter, he's probably young but I know that he's down
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest
He don't mind, he know and never respect, the good kid maad city

(Chorus)
Mass hallucination baby. Ill education baby. Want to reconnect with your elations. This is your station baby.

(Verse 3)
All I see in this room, 20 xannies and these shrooms
Grown up candy for pain
Can we live in a sane society, it's entirely stressful upon my brain
You hired me as a victim, I quietly hope for change
When violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obatin
The silence in this room with 20 xannies and shrooms
Grown up candy I lost that I feel it's nothing to lose
The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
Don't mind cuz now you're forever in debt, the good kid maad city

(Chorus)
Mass hallucination baby. Ill education baby. Want to reconnect with your elations. This is your station baby.



Hernan Rojas

Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby
Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire
To fire bullets that stray
Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away
I should ask a choir, "What do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?"
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I recognize that I'm easily prey
I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity building
It's probably big as a building
Me jumping off of the roof
Is just me playing it safe
But what am I supposed to do?
When the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain't
But know I'm accustomed to
Just a couple that look for trouble
And live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study
And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face
From a function that tooken place
They was wondering if I bang
Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks
I don't mind because one day you'll respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
You had finally made decision to hold me against my will
It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still
I can never pick out the difference
And grade a cop on the bill
Every time you clock in the morning
I feel you just want to kill
All my innocence while ignoring my purpose
To persevere as a better person
I know you heard this and probably in fear
But what am I supposed to do?
When the blinking of red and blue
Flash from the top of your roof
And your dog has to say woof
And you ask, "Lift up your shirt"
'Cause you wonder if a tattoo
Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile
I heard them chatter, "He's probably young but I know that he's down"
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest
He don't mind, he know he'll never respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby
All I see in this room
Twenty Xannies and these 'shrooms
Grown-up candy for pain
Can we live in a sane society?
It's entirely stressful upon my brain
You hired me as a victim
I quietly hope for change
When violence is the rhythm
Inspired me to obtain
The silence in this room
With twenty Xannies and 'shrooms
Some grown-up candy I lost it
I feel it's nothing to lose
The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt
To good kid, m.A.A.d. city
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby



B T

Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby
Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire
To fire bullets that stray
Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away
I should ask a choir, "What do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?"
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I recognize that I'm easily prey
I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity building
It's probably big as a building
Me jumping off of the roof
Is just me playing it safe
But what am I supposed to do?
When the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain't
But know I'm accustomed to
Just a couple that look for trouble
And live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study
And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face
From a function that tooken place
They was wondering if I bang
Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks
I don't mind because one day you'll respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
You had finally made decision to hold me against my will
It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still
I can never pick out the difference
And grade a cop on the bill
Every time you clock in the morning
I feel you just want to kill
All my innocence while ignoring my purpose
To persevere as a better person
I know you heard this and probably in fear
But what am I supposed to do?
When the blinking of red and blue
Flash from the top of your roof
And your dog has to say woof
And you ask, "Lift up your shirt"
'Cause you wonder if a tattoo
Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile
I heard them chatter, "He's probably young but I know that he's down"
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest
He don't mind, he know he'll never respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby
All I see in this room
Twenty Xannies and these 'shrooms
Grown-up candy for pain
Can we live in a sane society?
It's entirely stressful upon my brain
You hired me as a victim
I quietly hope for change
When violence is the rhythm
Inspired me to obtain
The silence in this room
With twenty Xannies and 'shrooms
Some grown-up candy I lost it
I feel it's nothing to lose
The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt
To good kid, m.A.A.d. city
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby



All comments from YouTube:

JayFromDaA

"Step on is neck as hard as your bulletproof vest" RIP George Floyd✊🏾

Sontho

@Jordan Capasso Is there still a war on drugs? Yes there still is, it is currently ongoing. You wanna tell me to look up factual statistics, but you couldn't even bother to look up if the war on drugs was still happening. "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime" That's section 1 of the 13th amendment, slavery is allowed if they've committed any type of crime. Again, you couldn't be bothered to actually look it up. You decided to bring up the rate of single households in black americans. & so I brought up why it even happened in the first place. From your own comment about perspective "don’t care about perspective? Most of what I said is fact not opinion." Most of what you've typed now is opinion, because you've objectively made wrong statements. Also UK, Canada, Switzerland, Denmark, & many other countries have a better education system & financial stability than the US.

Jordan Capasso

Sontho also I point out that he’s not making that argument so you saying that’s an issue right there shows your lack of comprehensive reading abilities.

Jordan Capasso

Sontho 🤡 🤡 saying that slavery exist in prison Hahahaha what a fucking idiot

Jordan Capasso

Sontho no better country in the world to be a POC. America has shown that POC can prosper in any type of job. President, general, government officials, artist, musicians. Must suck living life with that mindset. Nothing in my comments warrant the type of question where I need you talking about the war on drugs. Is there still a war on drugs? Is Nixon’s and his advisor still in office? No. The American system is not currently racist. The education system is primarily run by liberals so there’s your answer to that. And incarnation rates for POC are high because of the amount of crime they commit. How can you be this stupid? Just look up factual statistics holy fuck.

Sontho

@Jordan Capasso "how does a countries past make people who weren’t alive back then racist?" 1. Nothing in Zodazzle's comments warrants that type of question, so that's an issue right there. 2. America has a terrible public education system, a broken police force, & unnecessarily high incarceration rates (stemming from the fact that the 13th amendment allows for slavery to exist in prison) that seem to target POC. You deliberately ignored the quotations from Nixon's own advisor on why the war on drugs happened & the people that were purposely targeted.

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Cal3000

This is the most underrated song on the album. I think this is the best song on it.

Alvin Biggs Jr

Shit is fire right! Everything from the sampling to the verses.

Sid Davis

💯

aaron payne

pasc one of my favorite of all time. On the album I tie it up with “sing about me” and “art of peer pressure”

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