Mages
Mages on the block
Burning on the sage before I rage and I'm stopped
I'm trying to cop a bag before I go back to the shop
So I can craft a spell
Turn all your keys into locks
I know I'm going hell so imma fiend for the shock
I'm trying to keep it real but Jesus sees us and he's mocked
I don't need this shit
So I went for a little walk
In the valley covered in the stones and the rocks
I turned into a mage
When I took a pay cut
Burning on the sage
We had all day to fuck
And then the world crashed
And our wage went up
So now I'm doing laps
Round my mind about nothing
I got no more distractions
My mental states attack
Deflecting them with weapons
Herb
Fuckery
And jack
Befriending all my enemies cause my powers back
Sniper tower shooter I still shoot you for the sack
Changing like chameleons
I was grown in labs
Plastered on my face
Orwellian in fact
And though I stayed intact
My mind was slowly cracking
Thinking made me hurt
I was on the verge of collapsing
But the mages came to solve it
They brought a little knowledge
Enchanting two staffs
One is magic one is chronic
Running like I'm sonic but they are cunning and I'm nauseous
So I'm going to have to stop this
Prepare for all the losses
Been fighting for days
All these demons and these bosses
Time to unwind with the green
Part of the process
I was behind on my dreams
He seemed to love this
But he also fucked us
Left us in the dust
Surviving is a must but you left me concussed
Fire and the flames yield heat and they need to combust
I don't want to pin blame
But you really fucked up
You was so lost in assumptions powered by lust
But I've also been stuck
Acting on desire leading me into a rut
But the mages inspired me to give all that shit up
Ancient ruins
Building pyramids
I was hearing things
Giving myself viruses
Wrap myself up slumber like I'm King tut
Burning on the sage before I rage and I'm stopped
I'm trying to cop a bag before I go back to the shop
So I can craft a spell
Turn all your keys into locks
I know I'm going hell so imma fiend for the shock
I'm trying to keep it real but Jesus sees us and he's mocked
I don't need this shit
So I went for a little walk
In the valley covered in the stones and the rocks
I turned into a mage
When I took a pay cut
Burning on the sage
We had all day to fuck
And then the world crashed
And our wage went up
So now I'm doing laps
Round my mind about nothing
I got no more distractions
My mental states attack
Deflecting them with weapons
Herb
Fuckery
And jack
Befriending all my enemies cause my powers back
Sniper tower shooter I still shoot you for the sack
Changing like chameleons
I was grown in labs
Plastered on my face
Orwellian in fact
And though I stayed intact
My mind was slowly cracking
Thinking made me hurt
I was on the verge of collapsing
But the mages came to solve it
They brought a little knowledge
Enchanting two staffs
One is magic one is chronic
Running like I'm sonic but they are cunning and I'm nauseous
So I'm going to have to stop this
Prepare for all the losses
Been fighting for days
All these demons and these bosses
Time to unwind with the green
Part of the process
I was behind on my dreams
He seemed to love this
But he also fucked us
Left us in the dust
Surviving is a must but you left me concussed
Fire and the flames yield heat and they need to combust
I don't want to pin blame
But you really fucked up
You was so lost in assumptions powered by lust
But I've also been stuck
Acting on desire leading me into a rut
But the mages inspired me to give all that shit up
Ancient ruins
Building pyramids
I was hearing things
Giving myself viruses
Wrap myself up slumber like I'm King tut
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Writer(s): Austin Low
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