Psychadelic Drugs |
This jigsaw puzzle is tearing apart
Dodging the issues isn’t that smart
Tryin’ to erase the feel of her touch
My mind is making me grudge
Making me take these drugs
These drugs made me stuck
Make me stop, no room for slippery
Scratching, sticking, hating this itching
Heal me with the liquid of forgiveness
‘Cause the dope made me stuck in this sickness
So addictive, barely no exit
Aiming for the surface, another breath in the system
Looking thru the room, looking for equipmen’
Looking for educations, feeling so hasted
Broken, hopeless
Man, this is the dopest
Feelin’ so fast, feelin’ so free
Achieve your dreams of being a MC
Fight your demons inside
Wrestle ‘em down all night
Make ‘em deny the divine
Prepare to define your problems from behind
Can you feel them nearby
Can you hear them sneak back inside
Bashing, screaming upon the sky
Make it stop, let me die
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