I packed my shit up I called a Lyft Then I took a sip of cognac to be about my wits I'm thinking about when I would burn my songs to blank discs Then hand them out like anybody really gave a shit But now I make a party bump I don't even go You turn my shit up to 11 while I chill at home And kids who knew me as a jit Think I sold my soul Tall-poppy-syndrome all because they think I'm really glon The thing is I still have to get to where I want to go I'm tryna glo like legendary ghouls in Fallout 4 Then I could live eternal life In all of your souls Till then I hop up in this Lyft and say goodbye to home
Lately i been thinking that i need something Like a way to get away from the way that you think Maybe Lately I been feeling like I'm stuck in concrete Watch it dry while I sink until I can't see my feet
Lately I been thinking that I don't need a thing Every time I look around me all I see is the vibratory euphoria so present in everything harnessing carbon the lifeblood of all of creation A painting of pain Don't give a fuck what you say Claiming that you do not fuck with me then you cop merch from my Bandcamp page What a lame I don't ever wanna see another mothafucka say that they love me when they used to hate And do not tell me play your city when I just played yesterday I got a lot of love for ones that awake From a mundane state Instead of going through motions of hate and then love for the things that don't love you the same Do what thou wilt is the law of this plane