Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Self Medication Chant, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song 4nml Hsptl, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Auto reverse
Song language: English
Self Medication Chant |
Shit. |
I fucked around and left the gate open |
Sometimes im on point, sometimes my brain’s broken |
Like a dolphin and a carp share the same ocean |
Sometimes im space ghost and other times beethoven |
At least by the hairdo |
My twin in rocking naps that combs can’t tear through |
Stocking cap? |
no but a skull navy bears blue |
And orange |
In fond memories all the stress gets absorbed |
My homies all fresh but the press kids ignore |
I stretch then I yawn then my legs hit the floor |
Can’t stress bullshit no more |
The earth is a disco ball |
So I just go la |
If it ain’t great then forget the shit |
I make shit so weird my muse shakes her head at it |
(never quit) |
I float on my ocean |
The motion of the waves won’t cave to commotion |
Im unchained, not a slave but devoted |
I can’t be contained, got a name and I know it |
Maintain, not a claim but an action word |
Forward force is the same as a pachyderm’s |
Keep it reserved so it came off taciturn |
But in my head its a chainsaw massacre |
Sometimes I gotta sing la so im not obscene |
So I won’t forget that humans are not machines |
Every moment is a yank on a slot machine |
No matter who your god is, rank or philosophy |
The whole concept of laws is a prank |
Makes you think you can put it on pause but you can’t |
Knee trouble stomach pain |
Patchy face stubble |
Kid’s snot bubble running again |
Pretend everything’s fine |
When I’m climbing the walls |
Tylenol days |
Night spent roaming the hall |
There’s no laws to the universe |
Those have all been human birthed |
Noted it all in web crawls for a google search |
Google earth jupiter’s spot |
The block’s lucifer hot |
I’m not super sure who’s a pure |
Human or not |
I box shadows |
And dream about tobacco |
And og blacks that got choked with a lasso |
And roped to a lamp pole |
Shown as examples |
Of how easily a man’s world can get cancelled |
A handful of sun-spins passed |
And now the last of the oral storytellers |
Know nothing but horror stories |
No glorious warriors tales |
No inspiring titans fighting monsters |
Or conquering environments |
No. nothing but loss |
Keep the baton, pops dont bother dustin it off |
Cause there won’t be no more running |
Cause after this moment right here and right now |
There’ll be nothing at all |