Sensory Overload

Oh-oh, to the G
Holding down the fort sucker free
Lord no
My love

Sensory overload
Like a rush to the brain but can't explode
Food chain's closed and my spirit's low
I can't tell if we damned like the horoscope

Plan my getaway in dreams
You can't really judge me
Please turn to the crack pipe
If I accept reality
It means I'm destined to just freeze
When they stop me at the turnpike
Psychosis, diagnosis
Personally I believe my genius is crucified
Sensitive in my lane
But you can't stop me mentally
I'm like Ariena on Starline

Oh-oh, to the G
Holding down the fort sucker free
Lord no
My love

Sensory overload
Like a rush to the brain but can't explode
Food chain's closed and my spirit's low
I can't tell if we damned like the horoscope

Plan my getaway in dreams
You can't really judge me
Please turn to the crack pipe
It's a miracle I'm here
Rockstars always leave
At the drop of the mic
These homeless opponents
Need to find their way to be free
And not in my mind
If my ethnicity is in the category
Then believe me I don't wanna be identified

Oh-oh, to the G
Holding down the fort sucker free
Lord no
My love



Credits
Writer(s): Magnus Lidehall, Jacqueline Cummings
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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