Golden Sage (feat. Collie Shepherd)

And I ain't the dude to fuck you up
Too deep in my own cup
Uniquely exhausted from the inside out
Denied a door to close behind myself
And now the bell tolls for me, dusty old toy on the shelf, stuffed with that good spliff Popurrí
I be
Roach kissing, capable of listening with little to no ambition
Prone to provoking older folks Rotoscoped like the photoshopped motorboat
The very, very, very broken stoner kid
Wrote this track in a past life where I didn't have fuckin COVID

Yo there was a time
When your shit excited me nightly
And I was decidedly right seeing the way that you like me, bright eyed and inviting
Pondering ways that it might be with this bright being but It's so like me to feel like I still Might flee

But those were older days
Feeling coldest twixt these shoulder blades
Even though the whole thing exploded, I gave it a go anyways to see how I hold the Rage
Call him The Golden Sage
Yeah, Golden Sage

Maybe I should try to hypnotize myself
If I'm careful on the timing maybe get this ice to melt
And if I break the inner lining clinb inside and find some help?



Credits
Writer(s): Uncle Sun
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