Stockholm Syndrome

Attention everyone We're putting out a purple alert Because it seems that VJDAMUSICMAN has gone missing We have no clue where he might have gone All we see here are the initials MH MH? What could that be? Ayo what's up everybody? I know it's been a minute Musicman hung back and let the vocals sing it Escape the retrograde and hand grenades Turned up the kinks, the trauma starts to fade And now ooh aah the painter paints While that blank white canvas intimidates In that hoo haa I'm tryna date With every swipe right swipe left tryna rate Cause I was cooped up in the house Looking ready to pounce Anxiety depression they battling the oppression And I spent time in the closet, wearing that Gucci suppression It's that limited edition, now I contemplate positions Like vers top vers bottom, I'm just trying to cuddle Interrogate my issues tell my family to huddle The storm was gloomy in my head but now it's turned to puddles Boulders rolling down have all faded into that empty rubble yeah Uh cause I get it get it, my tunes reach the masses, merit merit And tricks are for kids, no rabbit carrot, if he wants this cash, I need a karat, clear it Cause every breath you take, you gonna feel the sting Bitches know its a wrap when I start to sing And my records gon' smash, no mouth I'm all star Till MusicMan in bright lights, fuck em cop cars Don't go back down that road All this time you've tried to unload Maybe you can change your mind and tone Don't fall deep into stockholm syndrome I was the MusicMan, now I'm the Mad Hatter The real Mad Hatter, yup the Mad Hatter So won't the maddest hatter in here fill my cup? Fill my cup, go on fill my cup Mad Hatter? Stockholm Syndrome So is MusicMan gone for good?