Stockholm Syndrome Video (MV)

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, f*ck 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

Put myself in a box, almost got shipped off
Was exhausted pretty often, man I felt kinda lost
Never thought I'd find an outlet for these verses I jot
Felt the hesitancy building after every missed drop
Yeah, never taking no risks
Yeah, you're boy real stagnant
I'm going through changes, the brown Franz Kafka
The man bass stack, got the DMs back
Got my ego on the rise, man I'm really about to act up
Honestly used to let the hate comments bother me
Fixated, thinking about them constantly
But now my mindset shift and my thoughts all different
The rap M. Night, got the plot on Swiss
So talk all you want, man it don't make a difference
Yeah, look, cause remember when I used to find this music shit embarrassing
I'm busting out my shell and I'm about to lap the hair again
I've been working on myself, swap anxiety for arrogance
Experiment like add a couple points to my pride
And the man in the mirror real easy on the eyes
Using all the time, so please don't f*cking try
To alleviate your conscious if you're sleeping on the boy

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