(in the name of) Lethargy
Where did it go
The lust
The want
To wake up and do anything
Besides get lost in the drugs
Hit up the plug
Left on read
It Doesn't matter
Can't be spending the bread
Smoking some shatter
Dirty cigs in my mouth
Now it's a barrel
Head splattered
Take a trip to south
That psilocybin what matters
Casket all made up
Of holy amethyst shattered
I'm smoking dope till the end
Of all my parodical patterns
Heard what I said in the last one
I hate this life with a passion
My homies have parted
With catalyst no reaction
Rolling holy bones take a toke
Black$moke I'm a ghost
Open handed to my disciples
Like I'm a pastor
Running from the pain
But you know I'm gonna catch you
I'm your god I am the devil
I'm causing the fucking rapture
Hold you tight into the fire
I am the light you chasing
Prior to your exorcism
Soul partition
Different style
Give them more or all they want
They got no cash if they gonna flaunt
Gone break em all until they lost
Aye pass the blunt I'm bringing on a
New age new wave
Same stain new plague
All the rage locked in a cage
If it's what you want then don't complain
I'm making change
I'm gaining fame
Reject your ways
And break your face
Better check the blunt
Unknown roll lace
Ride with the protection
Keep the pace
Back to my old ways
Longhair Longview like the old days
More pills for the pain no way
Not gonna make it past 30
These fuckboys looking dirty
Turn him into ash Not worthy
Rope round the neck like a Burmese
Frozen lost deserted
The lust
The want
To wake up and do anything
Besides get lost in the drugs
Hit up the plug
Left on read
It Doesn't matter
Can't be spending the bread
Smoking some shatter
Dirty cigs in my mouth
Now it's a barrel
Head splattered
Take a trip to south
That psilocybin what matters
Casket all made up
Of holy amethyst shattered
I'm smoking dope till the end
Of all my parodical patterns
Heard what I said in the last one
I hate this life with a passion
My homies have parted
With catalyst no reaction
Rolling holy bones take a toke
Black$moke I'm a ghost
Open handed to my disciples
Like I'm a pastor
Running from the pain
But you know I'm gonna catch you
I'm your god I am the devil
I'm causing the fucking rapture
Hold you tight into the fire
I am the light you chasing
Prior to your exorcism
Soul partition
Different style
Give them more or all they want
They got no cash if they gonna flaunt
Gone break em all until they lost
Aye pass the blunt I'm bringing on a
New age new wave
Same stain new plague
All the rage locked in a cage
If it's what you want then don't complain
I'm making change
I'm gaining fame
Reject your ways
And break your face
Better check the blunt
Unknown roll lace
Ride with the protection
Keep the pace
Back to my old ways
Longhair Longview like the old days
More pills for the pain no way
Not gonna make it past 30
These fuckboys looking dirty
Turn him into ash Not worthy
Rope round the neck like a Burmese
Frozen lost deserted
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Writer(s): Allen Perley
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