| Put this in my system then I’m on my way
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| Went from a bedroom to a spaceship bay
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| Back in my home, back to my ways
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| Look through my window, it’s infinite space
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| I’m in a purgatory splitting consciousness
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| And a dream state, but I never felt so awake
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| Or at least aware, I don’t ever care
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| I don’t even know what’s here but I
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| Feel it in my bones, feel it in my brain
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| Feel it in my soul, feel it in my veins
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| Tryna maintain over all the mundane
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| Looking at a melancholy life with such disdain
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| Lemme try to explain, lemme try to explain
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| Living life in technicolor where you all saw grey
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| Under a looking glass, the dimension never matters
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| Whatever you believe, through it you can perceive
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| The matter in my brain?
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| Resembles some fractals & hallucinogenics
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| The nerves melting together, bonding in wax poetics
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| Many claim to be tastemakers but don’t know aesthetics
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| Or honest and unapologetic phonetics
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| With all credit given to the creators
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| I should ask for request to go forward
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| Cause beyond the eccentric behavior
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| My vision could make a crater the size of the Earth’s core
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| Lately I’ve been playin chicken with fate
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| Or maybe it’s my inner demons adding this shit on my plate
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| But I ain’t into all of that
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| So I grew a pair and mushed em off like fall back
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| Everybodys spending energy on fake sympathy
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| Yet scrutinize and criticize the little things
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| Or emphatically correct themselves politically
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| To do that for your ego is bigotry
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| Pardon the rant I’m just on the cliff of epiphanies
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| Fishing for thoughts, addicted to it like nicotine
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| I don’t mean to intervene with your dreams
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| But this rise has been foreseen and now I
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| Feel it in my bones, feel it in my brain
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| Feel it in my soul, feel it in my veins
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| Tryna maintain over all the mundane
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| Looking at a melancholy life with such disdain
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| Lemme try to explain, lemme try to explain
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| Living life in technicolor where you all saw grey
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| Under a looking glass, the dimension never matters
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| Whatever you believe, through it you can perceive
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| Couple niggas said they wanna kill me when they see me
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| But when I’m in their city they be actin Stevie
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| And it always amuses me, never actin abusively
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| Let em react foolishly, this behavior ain’t new to me
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| I am Alice
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| Place your tongue on this little white rabbit, it’s magic
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| Now that things will get graphic, this trip may be hazardous
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| Darkness, hard to dream or to breathe in this blackness
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| Falling through this vortex of nonsense and madness
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| Consumed by the greed in our actions
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| We build something, watch it crumbling
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| And when it’s gone, stand wondering, and feel nothing
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| Shield your eyes from the unseen
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| The rabbit will be with you in your dreams
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| So take a trip and peace your earthly ways, at the least
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| Wear that skirt, you bear the mark of the beast
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| Marked for the greed and what you feast
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| Marked for our skin, evergreen
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| We are armed to the teeth
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| But our souls be as white as the rabbit that we see
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| Feel it in my bones, feel it in my brain
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| Feel it in my soul, feel it in my veins
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| Tryna maintain over all the mundane
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| Looking at a melancholy life with such disdain
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| Lemme try to explain, lemme try to explain
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| Living life in technicolor where you all saw grey
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| Under a looking glass, the dimension never matters
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| Whatever you believe, through it you can perceive
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| Pay attention
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| Trust me when you been in my position
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| When there’s all these inquisitions based off frivolous suspicions
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| And you’re tryna deal with the transition
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| When times change and old friends become apparitions
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| Pray to something that you never get caught slippin
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| The dreams I had are turning into news like premonitions
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| The world keep spinning and I feel like I’m sittin
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| I just hope it isn’t me trippin 'cause I
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| Feel it in my bones, feel it in my brain
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| Feel it in my soul, feel it in my veins
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| Tryna maintain over all the mundane
|
| Looking at a melancholy life with such disdain
|
| Lemme try to explain, lemme try to explain
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| Living life in technicolor where you all saw grey
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| Under a looking glass, the dimension never matters
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| Whatever you believe, through it you can perceive |