Vjdamusicman - 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?