look in the mirror
I been lost
In a dream
When I sleep
Shit so vivid man, I could swear I really did it
And when I wake
Complications cus I really think I'm still asleep
You think I'm crazy, you should take a look in the mirror
Eyes wide open man and I see ancient figures
Way she looking at me, she do magic like a wizard
Drugs won't fill that hole, but nothing can fix that fissure
I'm not a holy man but I still learn from scripture
Journey through the dirt, my evil gets delivered
Pray to the Sandman, I close my eyes and see my wishes
Please don't ask me how I'm feeling, prefer you mind your business
Please don't stare at me, prefer you take a picture
I need the sun to shine up in my mental prison
Vodka from the Vatican man I'm pouring up holy spirits
Take a trip to Bristol hit up Maggy for a visit
Four pills in my Fanta, man I would sit and sip it
Popping prescriptions, without a prescription
Going over the limit, that taught me the limit
My life got no description, everything I love is fiction
I been lost
In a dream
When I sleep
Shit so vivid man, I could swear I really did it
And when I wake
Complications cus I really think I'm still asleep
You think I'm crazy, you should take a look in the mirror
Eyes wide open man and I see ancient figures
Way she looking at me, she do magic like a wizard
Drugs won't fill that hole, but nothing can fix that fissure
In a dream
When I sleep
Shit so vivid man, I could swear I really did it
And when I wake
Complications cus I really think I'm still asleep
You think I'm crazy, you should take a look in the mirror
Eyes wide open man and I see ancient figures
Way she looking at me, she do magic like a wizard
Drugs won't fill that hole, but nothing can fix that fissure
I'm not a holy man but I still learn from scripture
Journey through the dirt, my evil gets delivered
Pray to the Sandman, I close my eyes and see my wishes
Please don't ask me how I'm feeling, prefer you mind your business
Please don't stare at me, prefer you take a picture
I need the sun to shine up in my mental prison
Vodka from the Vatican man I'm pouring up holy spirits
Take a trip to Bristol hit up Maggy for a visit
Four pills in my Fanta, man I would sit and sip it
Popping prescriptions, without a prescription
Going over the limit, that taught me the limit
My life got no description, everything I love is fiction
I been lost
In a dream
When I sleep
Shit so vivid man, I could swear I really did it
And when I wake
Complications cus I really think I'm still asleep
You think I'm crazy, you should take a look in the mirror
Eyes wide open man and I see ancient figures
Way she looking at me, she do magic like a wizard
Drugs won't fill that hole, but nothing can fix that fissure
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Writer(s): Arthur Pravda
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