cheezits

Pine cones crunchin' in residual thoughts
Spitting shards type missin' your mark
In the dark it seems clearer
Louder in the mirror
Deeper you can feel it
Shadows on da ceiling
As I look at myself in the shower drain
Drowning under water-mains
The fizzle of my brain gets repeated
Defeated I retreated to a two-party system
The demon talks to birds gettin' lifted

Get by on the shit that we try
Got a lil frantic in the way that we lie
Your broken speaker won't serve
You this time
Your broken speaker won't serve
You this time
Get by on the shit that we try
Got a lil frantic in the way that we lie
Your broken speaker won't serve
You this time
Your broken speaker won't serve
You this time

Hard bottom sky
Releasing my mind
Wrote some new rhymes
I'll get it this time
Predicting my stride
Glowing inside
It's a new day
Go buy some weed (get some)
Find a place to stay
There's a mountaintop
With goats and moss
That feels like clay
Seemingly impossible
I was on to you
Like fog on lake
Wake to your touch on my face
Yourself is a beauty
I lost my mind to
Kick back in my room
Listen to Badu
Eat shrooms
Lose your mind too
There's a lot of things
That we can do
In the span of six days
Collecting my mistakes
I didn't see the bottom line
I wasn't expecting you to care
Beware the hidden meaning
I see it all the time
I see it all the time

I think I found my new muse
She chased away all of my blues
Now I can breathe again thanks to you
Sippin' on this love, my new favorite booze

Get by on the shit that we try
Got a lil frantic in the way that we lie
About time I was getting credible size
But your broken speaker spits until the venom subsides
Get by on the shit that we try
Get by on the shit that we try
Get by on the shit that we try
Get by on the shit that we try

I want it all
No contest
I dilute the process
Bitch n my sneakers still whiter than the corporate offices
We got what you needed
The standard already in motion
I ain't hiding shit
The potion like the key to my coffin
And nah we ain't runnin'
I'm jumpin'
I'm kickin'
I'm swingin'
I'm DJ Drama got you feds watching
Doing the head counting too my nigga
I fucking fantasized about seeing you
You'll never know when I might walk by
Punch 'em in his mouth and then we in disguise
Runnin' round then we telling lies
I see you guy
Niggas investigate like it's my biopic
I'm in DC the way she sniped my shit
Can't even lie

Please remove all yo windows
All belongings go in the bag
Including yo cash
Looting the last few days
Been exhausting
Especially since all the cops
Went golfing up in Boston
It's a drag!
Maintain precautions
The whole thing's a setup
Nice luck
I watched him tuck it
Behind his back on the bus
For auction
On a dragon
The world seems split
Between dreams and actions
But that's not my problem
None of yo bizniss
The riches get skinny
By the inches
Days lost in melatonin
Memorial sites
Turned graves
Future prophets
We're all objects tho
It's a world made of play-doh
And project homes
Psilocybin is good for the mind and soul!