Los Sketches - Mental Hygiene (feat. Ashley Turi)

I get so carried away talking
I put my foot in my mouth
I stand no chance of walking away
'til all these words run out

My heart goes under the weather,
When I'm in way over my head
Takes a little time to get better
But there's medicine in what mama said

She said:

"Brush up, Come Clean
Boy You better practice some good Mental Hygiene."

Mind growing hazy, I can't sleep
I'm overthinking again
Tried lullabies and counting sheep
I must be sick in the head

Give me something to hold onto
Is there a cure you can prescribe?
I'm sure my visit here is overdue
But tell me how to make it right

Make a friend of faded art and take it to Your naked heart,
Awaken from opaque and let the colours fill the unfamiliar
Places, long forsaken often shaded dark mistaken parts
Of beauty can't be shaken off, You're better off to take a shot
Lose everything that You thought You knew about Yourself
To find the true about Yourself
Behind the shade of blue that You repel
Say farewell to Hell - oh, and renew a little yellow
I Love You and I want You to be well, so please

Brush up, Come Clean,
Don't forget to practice Your good Mental Hygiene

Written by:
Ashley Turi, Stevie Scott

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