Turn It Off Lyrics – Konan Doyle

Turn It Off Lyrics by Konan Doyle

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Woah
That’s more like it

I don’t mind the way my mind is
I’m a psycho and a psychic
I’ll eat ricin mixed with rice in
Side my diet, i won’t die instead

Sir, why am i surviving?
I like violins but not violence
I run mic’s like michael tyson
Don’t be frightened

Fight or flight, i’ll try deciding
Taking flight, i’d take out pilots
Picking fights, i’d pick on giants
I’m a kind of private human

Besides when writing music
In my mind is where my muse is
Don’t know why, it’s quite confusing
When i rap they run in horror

This isn’t what you ordered?
I eat bread with crusty borders
Cause we don’t like cutting corners
(ah)

That must be torture
I’m so hot, this son’s a scorcher
Usеd to play on some recorder
Now i’m numbеr one recorder

It’s a blessing and a curse
For when i end my verse
I’ve got lessons yet to learn
To stop depression getting worse

Sometimes friends won’t get returned
From resting in the dirt
So i impress the press with words
My head’s a mess, the stress, it hurts

You can steal from my cerebrum
You can sell my cerebellum
You can search for my ideas
You can find out where i get ‘em

Once you pick apart my brain
You might learn a lot
The only thing i want to know is how to
Turn it off

Go shut it down
Nobody knows i ain’t joking around?
Smoking a pound just to cope with the sound of a frontal lobe that’s known to be loud
Wow

Defeat this vortex
In my cerebral cortex
I always seem to forget
I can never leave this torment

I dont even ever want to leave my apartment
Locked in, thoughts tend to be toxic
I’m convinced that i’m running out of options
I’m not sick but i gotta get an off-switch

I’m a never seen breed
I’m another species
I’m a type to keep memories on a cd
Repeat every single scheme til the release

Believe me, i think it’s really a.d.d
Adhd maybe that explains the way i think
I can safely say these daily j’s made me escape my brink
Everybody has a vice, they say

Some people give half their life away
Okay, maybe that’s the price to pay
But i know that i won’t see the afterlife today
I could really use me a break or crutch

To get a grip, i think that would be clutch
I really wish that i had better luck
Cause i feel like my life has been damaged enough
Why’s my emotional management suck?

How come i’m not built to handle this stuff?
My only luck is i cannot give up
So i’m here til i turned into ashes and dust
You can steal from my cerebrum

You can sell my cerebellum
You can search for my ideas
You can find out where i get ‘em
Once you pick apart my brain

You might learn a lot
The only thing i want to know is how to
Turn it off
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Konan Doyle Lyrics – Turn It Off

Konan Doyle

Turn It Off