My Space
I'm flying the highway
I'm flying the highway, i'm lost and it's my space
I'm stuck inside my brain, but I can't get out this sh*t
You're mad because life is a b*tch, and you can't do what I just did
Yeah, what I just did
I'm gonna put my hand on the bible, Jesus revive me, call it revival
This life is like a cycle but you can't end it early in the early morning smoking reefer
Got my vision going blurry, I swear that they don't listen
These drugs got me twisted, I see hallucinations of these evil looking women
They walk in disguise, these drugs got you high, you still feeling down with nobody by you're side
But aye yo, what's up for today though, making my own world do what I want like play-doh (Plato)
I ain't superstitious, this life got me tripping
Just sticking to myself because i've been heading towards the ceiling
I've been heading towards the ceiling, drugs got you chilling like a sip of penicillin
You've been f*cking up my energy you're getting to my soul
Like this left that right this sh*t is getting old
I'm flying the highway, i'm lost and it's my space
I'm stuck inside my brain, but I can't get out this sh*t
You're mad because life is a b*tch, and you can't do what I just did
Yeah, what I just did
I'm flying the highway, i'm lost and it's my space
I'm stuck inside my brain, but I can't get out this sh*t
You're mad because life is a b*tch, and you can't do what I just did
Yeah, what I just did
I'm gonna put my hand on the bible, Jesus revive me, call it revival
This life is like a cycle but you can't end it early in the early morning smoking reefer
Got my vision going blurry, I swear that they don't listen
These drugs got me twisted, I see hallucinations of these evil looking women
They walk in disguise, these drugs got you high, you still feeling down with nobody by you're side
But aye yo, what's up for today though, making my own world do what I want like play-doh (Plato)
I ain't superstitious, this life got me tripping
Just sticking to myself because i've been heading towards the ceiling
I've been heading towards the ceiling, drugs got you chilling like a sip of penicillin
You've been f*cking up my energy you're getting to my soul
Like this left that right this sh*t is getting old
I'm flying the highway, i'm lost and it's my space
I'm stuck inside my brain, but I can't get out this sh*t
You're mad because life is a b*tch, and you can't do what I just did
Yeah, what I just did
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Writer(s): Michael Pallante
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