Lyrics Deep Sea Tundras - Chester Watson

Deep Sea Tundras

I’m a god
I’m a god
Hard to convince me that I’m not
Feel the wrath of a…
Feel the wrath of a self-proclaimed pharaoh of the future
help curate my sanity
Cause the acid’s taking its toll
Like a slaying a dragon faking its fall
I’m lagging, waiting for gold
Gotta go and get it and
I’ve been obsessed with time for a minute
But time isn’t a vector, no
Time isn’t a scalar, no
Time is just perspective
And I feel the thoughts are dated
But I still think like I’m already sedated
But I’ll still drink liquor with my niggas and some bitches if the meal’s free
«Don't drink on an empty stomach»
I’ll still drink Henny with my balling brother Nick
Bosnia flow
Sketchy like I bought it from this bitch chilling in West Lawson and Fifth Ave
Not afraid to admit it waiting if I slip
But see nigga I haven’t slipped yet
I’ll get your ship wrecked
Or captured and thrown over board
I’m a god
I’m a god
Hard to convince me that I’m not
Feel the wrath of a…
Feel the wrath of a world renowned enigma
Waiting on the social stigma flip
Just to remember when my psyche wasn’t interesting to those
Who carry pseudo oaths as a daily accessory
And they steady assessing me for closure
Thought these doors open
(Fuck this shit)
I’m a god
I’m a god
Hard to convince me that I’m not
Feel the wrath of a…
I’m a god
I’m a god
Hard to convince me that I’m not
Feel the wrath of a…