Righteous Minds

I think it's time for a freestyle
So I don't have to write lyrics
But I don't freestyle too much because I can't even here it in myself
Feel me wealth
I put it back on the shelf
It can't be me, I can't be thee
Or could I be
I feel the aliens through me
What's an alien
Just something in the other dimension of reality
Something we don't know about
I'm sick of UFO's, I'm sick of 3D shit, I'm sick of all of it
I don't really give a fuck about a flying disc in the sky
I'm trying to reach through a door and pull out that guy
Holding his woman

Is that me and her
I don't know but I saw it in the patina like it was snow in the static of a television
Trippin' balls, getting hella visions
So, I don't even wanna go but I know I could, so, fuck

Nah, you know what
Nah, let's go
I don't know what I put in the show
I want drugs to take me more up there where I go
To get low and get high at the same time
Nothing makes sense in your mind
That's reality, give it for a ride
Lose it all you can
Stop making sense
Everything's a plan
Or is it, I don't know
I just know my own life is a show
Like a TV set for an alien bet in the sky
Watching down as a cry
Laughing at my signals
Playing with my head hole

I don't know where to go
Stuck on this planet
Don't wanna stand it
But I am good
I found my own hood
I keep with the close
I feel it the most

Time to go
Have a good show
Believe in yourself
Believe in what's helpful
I know it's okay
We'll all find a way
Like I said, meditate
Find the angels your own way

To me, an angel's an alien and an alien's an angel
To me, the Salvia gods are but an angle
Showing us something that you disguise as a dream
I guess they had nothing for you to see