Turnt
Am I bumboarding down Oakleigh?
Or am I lying on a mattress caked in the sweat of my last stoner subletter
At the crossroads of Queensberry and Jersey?
As the morning gets late, the blaring horns begin to build up
No one swerves around me
No one even gets out of their cars or rolls down their windows to shout
All I can think about is the horns
Shrieking, honking, tearing apart my ears minute-by-minute
I'm wrapped in a lusciously warm blanket
But I don't enjoy the comfort for a second
All it does is prevent from getting up, knocking on the windows
And figuring out if there are even people in those cars
And if so, are they honking at me, each other, or themselves?
Are they as stuck as I am?
I take another hit and return to that glorious day
No worries
No worries
No worries, mate
Some days I feel invisible
Critical, labeled as an animal
Let me down, let me down
Let me down, let me down
Let me down by the usual dramatical context
Complex is my text
But always casual 'cause lyrical
It ain't no contest, I flex
But always leave you with a taste
But always leave you with a taste
Somedays I feel invincible and whimsical
When days are cold, I stay inside theatrical
Play my role and let them go, I'm on a roll
When I flow, it ain't about clout it's about the mental
Elevation to the clouds flying in the vessel
I'ma take over the world, that's my only mission
I warned you this, spiritual shit, miracle bliss
I'ma bless you with my endless hits, lyrical taste
Swingin' with grace, I embrace my faith
And make a melody, a load'a
Broda, bro, hold up
In my fantasies, got melodies
Melodies around me
Make my head spin
I let my guard down, that's the usual shit
Some days, though
Some days I feel invisible
Some days I feel invincible
Critical, labeled as an animal
Some days I feel invisible
Some days I feel invincible
Some days, some days, some days, SOME DAYS
SOME DAYS I FEEL INVISIBLE
SOME DAYS I FEEL INVINCIBLE
CRITICAL, LABELED AS AN ANIMAL
SOME DAYS, SOME DAYS, SOME DAYS, SOME DAYS
Get fucked up
Everything else is too hard
Fly high
Dig down
To the centre
Into the sky
Of the Earth
And beyond
Or am I lying on a mattress caked in the sweat of my last stoner subletter
At the crossroads of Queensberry and Jersey?
As the morning gets late, the blaring horns begin to build up
No one swerves around me
No one even gets out of their cars or rolls down their windows to shout
All I can think about is the horns
Shrieking, honking, tearing apart my ears minute-by-minute
I'm wrapped in a lusciously warm blanket
But I don't enjoy the comfort for a second
All it does is prevent from getting up, knocking on the windows
And figuring out if there are even people in those cars
And if so, are they honking at me, each other, or themselves?
Are they as stuck as I am?
I take another hit and return to that glorious day
No worries
No worries
No worries, mate
Some days I feel invisible
Critical, labeled as an animal
Let me down, let me down
Let me down, let me down
Let me down by the usual dramatical context
Complex is my text
But always casual 'cause lyrical
It ain't no contest, I flex
But always leave you with a taste
But always leave you with a taste
Somedays I feel invincible and whimsical
When days are cold, I stay inside theatrical
Play my role and let them go, I'm on a roll
When I flow, it ain't about clout it's about the mental
Elevation to the clouds flying in the vessel
I'ma take over the world, that's my only mission
I warned you this, spiritual shit, miracle bliss
I'ma bless you with my endless hits, lyrical taste
Swingin' with grace, I embrace my faith
And make a melody, a load'a
Broda, bro, hold up
In my fantasies, got melodies
Melodies around me
Make my head spin
I let my guard down, that's the usual shit
Some days, though
Some days I feel invisible
Some days I feel invincible
Critical, labeled as an animal
Some days I feel invisible
Some days I feel invincible
Some days, some days, some days, SOME DAYS
SOME DAYS I FEEL INVISIBLE
SOME DAYS I FEEL INVINCIBLE
CRITICAL, LABELED AS AN ANIMAL
SOME DAYS, SOME DAYS, SOME DAYS, SOME DAYS
Get fucked up
Everything else is too hard
Fly high
Dig down
To the centre
Into the sky
Of the Earth
And beyond
Credits
Writer(s): Clem Lo
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