hedonistic psycho glamour
Hedonistic psycho glamour
Egotistic not a rapper
Dripping party drug distributor
Not a rat not a trap nigga
Now I'm the captain crunch these numbers
Triple 8 hourglass figures
Reflected I see shit clearer
Karma not a bitch she's a mirror
Narcissus in the styx river
Cracked in a hundred shivers
Silver and exact Silvia Plath
You do the math god bring back Bradley
Sadly I don't see shit changing
Even angels get lost in the manger
There's darkness in little lotusland
Gotta bet your soul
If you play that hand
For that
Hedonistic psycho glamour
You indulge it night by night
You escape it shot by shot
In the background
Of a movie
That you've memorized
Line by line
You indulge it night by night
You escape it shot by shot
In the background
Of a movie you're not in
Veni Vidi flevi
Just like the levies
I see a lot of people
But the streets really empty
Oppressive
Heavy like a death in the family
I'm stranded perfectly I fall apart
Nigga who planned this
Never shoulda came to this place
Silly little bitch
Get your hand out of my face
Just another ghost getting
Loaded on the coast
Before I get high
On my hopes, I should
Take them to the pawnshop
Egotistic not a rapper
Dripping party drug distributor
Not a rat not a trap nigga
Now I'm the captain crunch these numbers
Triple 8 hourglass figures
Reflected I see shit clearer
Karma not a bitch she's a mirror
Narcissus in the styx river
Cracked in a hundred shivers
Silver and exact Silvia Plath
You do the math god bring back Bradley
Sadly I don't see shit changing
Even angels get lost in the manger
There's darkness in little lotusland
Gotta bet your soul
If you play that hand
For that
Hedonistic psycho glamour
You indulge it night by night
You escape it shot by shot
In the background
Of a movie
That you've memorized
Line by line
You indulge it night by night
You escape it shot by shot
In the background
Of a movie you're not in
Veni Vidi flevi
Just like the levies
I see a lot of people
But the streets really empty
Oppressive
Heavy like a death in the family
I'm stranded perfectly I fall apart
Nigga who planned this
Never shoulda came to this place
Silly little bitch
Get your hand out of my face
Just another ghost getting
Loaded on the coast
Before I get high
On my hopes, I should
Take them to the pawnshop
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Writer(s): Sim Jackson
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