| Look, uhh
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| Lyrical, less religious, more spiritual
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| More of God than a human being
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| I done seen this shit in your wildest dreams
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| Dear God, let me sleep tonight
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| One moon, peace tonight
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| I was with Lance trying to see world of a mushroom
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| I ain’t talking no pizza slice
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| High droves and noxies
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| I swear I been soul searching with Roxie
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| If I died and had an autopsy
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| There’ll be a trap house in my body
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| Tapped out, blacked out with this random white bitch
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| Wake up, I can’t live like this
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| All of my bros, tell me that I’m on a roll
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| Leading I’m losing my soul
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| in my nose
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| I’m feeling bulletproof though
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| Trying to see forreal
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| Shit got me in a whole ‘nother reality
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| In actuality, we are in two different worlds
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| I got the weed, I got the xans
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| I think I’m an astronaut, woah
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| I think I’m blasting off
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| Off retro kush, I’m Asher Roth
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| But why though, that need to escape
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| Maybe cause pops sick
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| Can’t look ‘em in the face
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| I’mma need chopsticks the way we taking blunts to the face
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| Needs beats, only monks and a nun can relate
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| Realness, trying to keep it one hunnid
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| With my mind on one million
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| What a feeling, what a feeling, what a feeling
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| I can see if I’m far away
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| Just hope I make it before I give my all away
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| I still feel so out of my mind
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| Trying to get this shit out of my mind, out my mind
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| Where is Jamie when I need her
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| Blowing big tree, talking cedar
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| Ain’t smoking much as of late
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| But lately shit’s been off the meter
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| Meet new people cause I’m popping
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| Most of ‘em lie to my face
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| Face that reality than face a blunt that take me away
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| The escape, escape, escape, escape
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| Take me away
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| Don’t wanna become yet another causality of reality
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| It’s a thin white line between fact and fallacy
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| Getting higher, then the people that look down on me
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| I know the happy dragging and never frown on me
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| Trapped in, though still planning the escape
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| To that monkey on my back turn to planet of the apes
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| But why, come right before sleep like Y before Z
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| Is whatever floats your boat till you sink
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| And I’m like titanic in this Hennessy
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| A rose drop on top of my casket to remember me
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| I swallow pills like I swallow pride
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| The walking dead, they form and swallowed us alive
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| To live, to survive
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| Escaping only when you die
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| Coming down, detoxing every time you cry
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| Cry me a river
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| Then cleanse out my liver
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| Sign, vacuum sealed, and delivered |