Am I awake yet? See me listening to CDs on a tape deck
I can't hear no tune so I break west
Deranged insomniac that's also half narcoleptic
I took the ceiling group to skit where the bar directed
Who wrote the map? I don't trust nobody
Employed paranoia to write half my flows for me
Two faced secret screw face show you: Go, buddy!
Girls claiming: I'd like to your feet and they go scrubby
I'm still yawning, look beat ring upon it
We talk the raw and sing a new day is dawning
Bacteria forming, it's human evolution
Bring the solution while stocking on the retribution
Go and get some troops then we'll have a word war
I slay the patron and bring shape to your first born
Write for meditation, speak just to bring some maddish
Rawing things but won't let none of us in the palish
Wonderland but herdalist. Call it ignorabbit
Ammonia strangers, you're repping you can manage
Phallic imagination and I speak the narrative
I think I must seriously I better have a spliff
I'm waking up again. Probably still dreaming
Side effects' still here. Hear the pain and feel the screaming
Trynna pack a bind like a baby that's still thieving
Bought ticket from a sanity and said: Winning. That's the train's leaving
Who the fuck needs a reason? For we did it for the right ones
Now I speak it fluent diary and worst to right tons
Gaming for the fiber, one glove that had hoes in it
Graffed the bus up and started the engine and took control of it
Probably crash soon, stir it clear in the white lungs and the black spoon
When they can't hear you like a vacuum. Is that doom?
Yeah, I've seen him coming. Let's walk, don't start running
In fact I feel weak, let's start bunning
I arrive with the feast, with the animals and carnivors
Grease on this plane, I would make in it flood like a carnival
Won't leave till I'm full on unneccesarilly bunned lits
Stuck my biggest finger in the sea cause I had the wosel form itch
More than one glitch definitely. I made that attempt when there's only hieroglyphics on my recipe
Can't see the future so I'm trynna get the best of me
I die holding a pen with clouds of weed smoke caressing me