burning sage
Every minute I spend alive I realize I do not want to breathe
I look around and see that linens and pills are the mainstream
Five G networks stream ADD, the Matrix encasing me
Got the dark side it's caged in me, turn to Vader when the rage in me
I'm haunted I'm burning my sage
Spitting my spells like a mage
Emotions I cannot contain
Life left me behind, no Nick Cage
Nobody give a fuck what I say
Feeling like Earl, my feet stuck in clay
No Alice but I feel like I'm in chains
Existence is nothing, forgotten by fate
The ghost in the darkness, but bitch I'm never fucking lying
Every blunt that I light disappears like fucking Mayans
You fucking yourself if you signing, but the cash always enticing
Middle fingers if you tripping, bitch I do my own shit
My mental condition is less sickened when the dope lit
THC always in system, kissing em goodbye when I spit
Come with the style that is mystic, I never been popping, I'm a misfit
Never click X, I won't ever quit
No bitch on my dick, heart like a cig
Burnt out so it's locked like a felon is
Every season drop, that's the regimen
What's the point of spitting words with no messaging
Three years pass by, then you ain't relevant
So go ahead and talk about your neck again
Smoking dope to clear my mind out
Killing this shit bitch come find out
Shit always hitting like Mike Trout
Nine one one when my damn mic out
Some people think I don't got it
My skin is so toxic
Make blood flow just like the Nile
Blunt smoking shaman, I'm always neurotic
The king of the dead, better bow
I look around and see that linens and pills are the mainstream
Five G networks stream ADD, the Matrix encasing me
Got the dark side it's caged in me, turn to Vader when the rage in me
I'm haunted I'm burning my sage
Spitting my spells like a mage
Emotions I cannot contain
Life left me behind, no Nick Cage
Nobody give a fuck what I say
Feeling like Earl, my feet stuck in clay
No Alice but I feel like I'm in chains
Existence is nothing, forgotten by fate
The ghost in the darkness, but bitch I'm never fucking lying
Every blunt that I light disappears like fucking Mayans
You fucking yourself if you signing, but the cash always enticing
Middle fingers if you tripping, bitch I do my own shit
My mental condition is less sickened when the dope lit
THC always in system, kissing em goodbye when I spit
Come with the style that is mystic, I never been popping, I'm a misfit
Never click X, I won't ever quit
No bitch on my dick, heart like a cig
Burnt out so it's locked like a felon is
Every season drop, that's the regimen
What's the point of spitting words with no messaging
Three years pass by, then you ain't relevant
So go ahead and talk about your neck again
Smoking dope to clear my mind out
Killing this shit bitch come find out
Shit always hitting like Mike Trout
Nine one one when my damn mic out
Some people think I don't got it
My skin is so toxic
Make blood flow just like the Nile
Blunt smoking shaman, I'm always neurotic
The king of the dead, better bow
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Writer(s): Jacob Brouwer
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