Mr Inside

[Intro Tuka] What would you do if I sang you a tune Would you stand up and walk out, awh Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song I will try not to sing out of key [Verse 1 Tuka] I am, Mr Inside Listen to my outcry I wear my inner on my outside, yeah No shit, you're depressed again All that's left is H20, a pack of nurofen And a very heavy head to mend I rest in bed I'm scared to be with you alone We used to be the best of friends You're just somebody that I used to know And as you lose control I realise you never really had it Clearly damaged Every action Nearly habited First place, true But before I let you have it Let's inhabit our mutual birthday suit Born March 20th My first name's Brendan I reckon that's your birthday and your first name too Question: What you doing when you're talking to yourself As in, who is this An end to every thought you've ever felt Before you send for help It gives you strength in times of weakness Fighting off those tiny demons Why you're way too blind to see them Tryin to show them signs of reason Shine a light to find the meaning It's kind of like the find the being From all your hidden secrets Little misdemeanors Even to that real deep shit Yo, I deal with the pain When there's no one else to feel it When you feel insane Questioning what real is That fucker in your brain when your mind turns numb That universal truth that you try to hide from Mr inside, listen to my outcry Bout time you heard what I really sound like, yeah [Hook 1 Tuka] x2 S'all right Go ahead and tell me all your problems Everybody got some I ain't goin nowhere If you wanna holla No shit, talkin isn't gonna solve one [Hook 2] x3 Said I think I'm going out of my head [Verse 2 Solo] Mr Inside Showed up without invite I wear my inner on my outside, right No shit, there you go So sick of your own company Can't take it no more So you figured you'll run to me And spill it out All of your fears and doubts That nobody up in here gonna wanna hear about Now as your shouts get drowned out By this inner racket Wreaking havoc Symptomatic, self pity addict In the worse way, true But before I let you have it Let's inhabit our mutual birthday suit It goes born Jan. 13th My first name's Nicholas I'm thinking it's your birthday and your first name too Ridiculous, isn't it How we can wind up at the point Of bickering with one another Staring out into the void Being that you and I are just one conjoined being We should be achieving at least a front that's unified But I've been here the whole time Through your eyes I've watched on And seen the way you're turning cold inside Ever present like a mental poltergeist Got me on speed dial but meanwhile, I hold the line Always talking, never listening Always taking, never giving For someone so full of shit You can be so very convincing So let this be the instant the penny drops And you walk out on this vicious monologue It goes Mr Inside, listen to my outcry Bout time you heard what I really sound like [Hook 1 Tuka & Solo] x2