Buzzing flying like a comet These bitches make me vomit My dick yeah they on it Now to be a little honest Getting high is kinda ironic When being low is iconic Do you tell the truth and lie on it Do you got some and spy on it Do you got your eyes on it? They loving all of my sonnets Yeah something like a poet Pictures like how I flow it Paper I'm gonna blow it You ever look at your reflection? Did you ever ask it the question? Did you ask if it knows the endings? Do you ask if you're just an invention Of your own minds convections? See I hit with them with currents Everytime there's an occurrence I just hide and close my curtains And lately it seems I'm searching Searching for a better truth Hoping I'll find it in the booth Had to go back to my roots Lace up my fuckin boots And hop out no parachute They like to glare and shoot You for your pair of shoes You can't act like these Lives are worth some Nikes Lotta people wanna see hurt Till they see you on a T shirt All wanna kaplow your nine Till your another set of laces on a power line But you get yours I'll get mine Cause I remember a time When it all was fine Now I'm running behind So at least raise your jack Sharper than the razorbacks So you can take your gat My words make paper stack Yes bitch I can pay for that Order more and take it back For every fucking waiter at A goddamn trader jacks Now why you afraid of that I'll paint a picture with my words Maybe something absurd But I'll make you observe All these thoughts I occur Feeling kinda defeated My Problems stay repeated And if you miss it I'll repeat it My head where my feet is Ever since I was a fetus I just couldn't believe this Big house of demons We steady sleep in Stick us in the deep end Now boy don't pretend To be nice or be friends That's how we meet ends Like every other weekend Is when I buy weed then Chug a handle of cheap gin Watch thoughts creep in Crawl down from ceilings Run away to wheeling And it seem truth revealing It's akin to that of stealing Not listening to your feelings Picking apart barks peeling You hurt for you start healing He's such an asshole We've seen that show I know I can be a hassle Your attitude now that's old Only been home a week Now my room fuckin reek Like backwoods and weed Girl I got what you need That dope shit indeed We're a part of this machine That nobody never seen Blind as they set the scene Another cog in the gear Another log of the year Another night right here Staring at the atmosphere And this one hemisphere Of my brain say the end is near All the pain is friends with fear I steady stay riding around This itty bitty high town Steady bumpin' my sound Watch em act like clowns Their fights are light rounds Back and forth I count How many times I doubt Knocking your lights out