Wicked

Ohh
Ohh

Wicked
Off the pill I'm trippin
I'm so high my third eye opened and altered my vision
My mind in the distance
Call it out-of-body fission
Don't got time to waste, I need to make up my decision
Do I take another more? narcotics knock at my door
Do I answer it? or do I tell them that I'm at the store?
My mind is closing in, I don't wan' feel the pressure anymore
Should I take another one?
Really I am not so sure

Anyways big bank, big bank, looking at my Ben Franks
I'm in way too deep, I swear this not a fucking fish tank
Hear that? that's the pills tryna get my head straight
People say they know me, but they really don't know a damn thing!
I can't trust nobody that don't want the best for me
People know "Achilles" but they don't know me
They don't know the shit I be doing behind the scenes
Ima take it down with me, make that part of my legacy

Eyes closed
Tower of stress, like Eiffel
Devil got a riffle
And he aiming it at me (Grah, grah, grah)

Wicked
Off the pill I'm trippin
I'm so high my third eye opened and altered my vision
My mind in the distance
Call it out-of-body fission
Don't got time to waste, I need to make up my decision
Do I take another more? narcotics knock at my door
Do I answer it? or do I tell them that I'm at the store?
My mind is closing in, I don't wan' feel the pressure anymore
Should I take another one?
Really I am not so sure



Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo Makarem
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