Through your eyes you think we’re all the same Through your eyes we’re all the same Through your eyes you think we’re all the same Through your eyes we’re all the same
(Chorus (2x):) Through your eyes you think we’re all the same (Tell me can you see me now?) Through your eyes we’re all the same (t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tell me can you see me now?)
I’m an optical illusion Your expectations of me awaiting stone like Medusa Lashing at me ripping out my mortal being But your foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling Everything has an end Now let’s pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine Make me feel better again Made me feel better than them Or true or false sitting together again I can’t despise the way you capitalize On situations the way you always seem to It's been a surpise the way you speak those lies Reassuring and convincing me that I’m somebody, too But I’m not See, you wouldn’t comprehend this Insignificant magic deep within, inside But you wouldn’t realize That if I was looking through your eyes then I would wanna die
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I need the bogs and jungles and planets that you ain’t never heard of Sit with gorillas in the mist and blaze the herb up My thoughts are fixed with a 12 gauge My skin is all covered in paint from head to toe trying to hide me from the sun rays My wicked ways will be death of y’all My reflection is your curtain call Bless me father, hear us all My contemplations premeditated I’m heavily medicated Into the underground is what I’m dedicated I can’t handle so I blaze the weed And I give a fuck less bitches if ya hating me Just wait and see in turn full circle on the bottom again Lookin up watching all the clouds Turn purple, like your back ass out I thought I told y’all motherfuckers, bitch we don’t die
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I ain’t the one to blow your head off to the scapegoat The one you bitches blame cause you sinking in your boat Bitch I slit your god damn throat And leave ya twitching Twiztid ain’t the reason why yo ass bullshitting (RADIO) Them scared of playing us Underground bitches, it ain’t no love for the famous Get your ropes cut quick, low maintenance Sitting in the dark and I ain’t got to make the playlist
Effortless excuses (my bad) For why they don’t saturate situations for they nooses And who are we to go and call you out? We done heard all the stories and don’t what the fuck they talking about I’m not a puppet, so don’t pull my strings I don’t need nobody trying to hold me, console me, control me, shit You’re the one trying to change me, make me into something that I’m not