| Last night I had that dream again
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| That one where I am fighting my evil twin
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| He had his hands around my throat, i’m thinking he can win
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| I woke up gasping for air, i’m struggling to breathe it in
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| Realize I was standing on stage just as the beat kicked in
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| Sometimes the lights is too bright in your face to see within
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| Cause people lying, people dying, people sin
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| And we get high and we forget and we pretend
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| Like we know every damn thing when we don’t know shit
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| That’s why i’m over it, that’s why i’m ultra lit
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| Imma sin till my problems seem they like they don’t exist
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| Then sip again when i’m sober enough to notice it
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| Sober enough to notice it
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| Then sip again when I’m sober enough to notice it
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| Imma sin till my problems seem like they don’t exist
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| Then sip again when i’m sober enough to notice it
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| I hope I live till i’m older enough to know some shit
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| Or at least I know I ain’t shit for knowing it
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| My thoughts collide till I reach a peak that ain’t no one hit
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| Though it seems I keep it together like so sewing kits |
| It’s so intense, i’m dope as shit, they so convinced
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| But I’m broke as shit, Can’t pay rent with common sense
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| Meanwhile i’m just making music and sparking spliffs
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| I free-style till I feel like i’m losing consciousness
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| Sometimes I guess it’s not obvious to see godliness
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| Like all the sacred geometry in a nautilus
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| Under Los Angeles sky through all this smogginess
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| And everyday perfect, that’s probably what the problem is
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| (Sober enough to notice it, sober enough to notice it)
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| Sober enough to notice it
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| Then sip again when I’m sober enough to notice it
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| Imma sin till my problems seem like they don’t exist
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| Then sip again when i’m sober enough to notice it |