Astral Traveling (feat. 8corpses)
I stray from my normal day
Laying down how I lay
How it always stays
Gotta fill the verse
Tryna avoid the hearse
What can I say my thoughts are the worst
Fuck carbine I said it first
But now
Rarely on prescription but catch me tripping
Hip and sick with every word that I say
Get out the way
Fuckboi cause dismay
Fuckboi meet my blade
You're on these streets I raid
Looking back there's no other way
Stay away demeanor edgy
Your weight wasn't that heavy
Like this blade, oh so rigid
Convey my thoughts oh so wicked
Pivots your beliefs
Mimic what you dedicate life to believe
Now I'm in your head oh so twisted
PTSD like i was enlisted
Nothing but pain has been emitted
Am I one to admit this?
I've been hurt
And I'm putting in work
Trying to love
Trying to stay above dirt
Tryna love tryna stay above dirt
But I cheat and look at death and flirt
And I make it clear and assert
My soul is old might not exert
My energy will fade
Into another escapade
Hopeless fuck
I was supposed to be happy
Hopeless fuck
I was supposed to be happy
No recollection of before
Then I trip and let it pour
I am the sore
One inside labeled as a whore
There's gotta be more in store
But look what I've explored
No life left such a theft
Empty body with a sad presence
Transcendence failed from fucked attendance
Scattered words cause remembrance
In this dense reality
Live for another show at the Marquis
Beginning to see what's beyond debris
Wish I was awakened of the opportunities,
In front of me
Blinded by my expectations
Aspirations of treading the nations
Struck and stayed in my station
But my operation has no application
(I'm not in this dimension)
Psychedelics so euphoric
Psychotropic gotta have it
Poppin pillies for the panic
Smoking chronic
Catatonic
Better stop it
With your phonics
Calling me demonic
Psychedelics so euphoric
Psychotropic gotta have it
Poppin pillies for the panic
Smoking chronic
Catatonic
Better stop it
With your phonics
Calling me demonic
You ain't a
Laying down how I lay
How it always stays
Gotta fill the verse
Tryna avoid the hearse
What can I say my thoughts are the worst
Fuck carbine I said it first
But now
Rarely on prescription but catch me tripping
Hip and sick with every word that I say
Get out the way
Fuckboi cause dismay
Fuckboi meet my blade
You're on these streets I raid
Looking back there's no other way
Stay away demeanor edgy
Your weight wasn't that heavy
Like this blade, oh so rigid
Convey my thoughts oh so wicked
Pivots your beliefs
Mimic what you dedicate life to believe
Now I'm in your head oh so twisted
PTSD like i was enlisted
Nothing but pain has been emitted
Am I one to admit this?
I've been hurt
And I'm putting in work
Trying to love
Trying to stay above dirt
Tryna love tryna stay above dirt
But I cheat and look at death and flirt
And I make it clear and assert
My soul is old might not exert
My energy will fade
Into another escapade
Hopeless fuck
I was supposed to be happy
Hopeless fuck
I was supposed to be happy
No recollection of before
Then I trip and let it pour
I am the sore
One inside labeled as a whore
There's gotta be more in store
But look what I've explored
No life left such a theft
Empty body with a sad presence
Transcendence failed from fucked attendance
Scattered words cause remembrance
In this dense reality
Live for another show at the Marquis
Beginning to see what's beyond debris
Wish I was awakened of the opportunities,
In front of me
Blinded by my expectations
Aspirations of treading the nations
Struck and stayed in my station
But my operation has no application
(I'm not in this dimension)
Psychedelics so euphoric
Psychotropic gotta have it
Poppin pillies for the panic
Smoking chronic
Catatonic
Better stop it
With your phonics
Calling me demonic
Psychedelics so euphoric
Psychotropic gotta have it
Poppin pillies for the panic
Smoking chronic
Catatonic
Better stop it
With your phonics
Calling me demonic
You ain't a
Credits
Writer(s): Corey Fenhaus
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