Dark Party

But you love to party
I mean, what's not to love
Especially when you see how I party, man
It was epic
The run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards, all of them, just look like droopy-eyed
Armless children

Yo, I need you to check me out for a second
I said

Lance is gone
I am just a small clone
Extra terrestrial life with no phone to call home
Fallen drone
Was just trying to angle shots, dangerous thoughts, Dallas streets, sheets cover mangled cops
I know
At the same time, I'm quick to forget About to roll me up a blunt with my list of regrets
And burn it all
Burn it all
I'm starting it fresh
Cause half the time I got it right, man, I probably guessed
I've been higher than the sky, mixing Molly and X
Nodding and deaf
Not hearing shit, just plotting what's next
Rotten and hexed
My mind became toxic and stressed
Obnoxious or blessed
I can't decide, I'm caught in regret Dust laced joints for girls if they wanna get wet
My biggest battle is with demons I've never met

Yeah, yeah, I ingest golden spores Activate doors of mysticism, canister disrobing
All channels open, biofeedback, channeling voltage
Color patterns, light trail, hand symbols in motions
Contaminated smoke
Lift me off the floor like the Indian rope trick
I get fan mail from followers across seven channels and oceans
Systematic wounded Baptist youths in West Oakland
I got believers desperately looking for abandoned houses
For me to do a show in
I'm dabbing black hash like a sultan
My ego big like
Who else raps I'm insulted



Credits
Writer(s): Lance Weidman
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