Let me write this down before I lose my memory, uh
Blunt smoke heavily
I met this angel, her body was heavenly
And everythin I spit is more than hot, its cosmic energy
The world started to tremor after I gave you apocalypse
The profit, in the pocket, of a prophet is his confidence
Everythin I need in life, it seems comes with a consequence
My angel said let me slip into something more provocative, ummm
The life of a musician, in the kitchen doin dishes
When the fuck I’m gonna do digits?
A carpenter too which is…
why I get hammered, and I screw bitches
my flow couldn’t be controlled by an aqueduct
you fuckin haters couldn’t see me thru binoculars
A petty theif, I pocket stuff, I’m spittin sick, Ill cough it up
You aint choking, you aint smoking, better cough it up
Blunts look like motherfuckin rockets son
This feels like you stuck your finger in socket plug
Electric, eclectic, in essence, the message
Is to let you know where my head is
You don’t give head chick, you know where ya headed
Head out, my other chick head in
I’m headless, can you tell me where my head is
Lost in my head, can you tell me where we’re headed
Can you tell me where we’re headed (headed, headed, headed, headed)
Can you tell me where my head is

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Gotta model in my bed, jeans off, but her top on (on)
And somebody mustve lied to me (hey) thinkin that I’m not a rockstar (star)
And somebody mustve lied to you (hey) if you thinkin I’ma stop dawg (aww)
Good weed and some hot broads (broads) cause my fate is to conquer (aww)
Blunts to the face and Ciroc (what, what… what, what)
There is no escape from a monster….

Let me write this down before I lose my memory
How could I ever miss you, if you don’t ever leave?
I met an angel, her body was heavenly
The next time I see her, she wont remember me…
Methamphetamines, my flow is givin to these Venum fiends
Hooked by a clever means
No one ever blessed you? You aint never sneeze?
You got insomnia nigga, you aint never dream?
I never needed you
Been to the top, should’ve seen the view
Matter fact I took the scenic route
You kill everythin you touch when the disease is you, Oooo
Writing letters form the city where
Sanity never visits there, yea
My eyesight blurry, but my visions clear
Braille music, yea the feelings there
But the feelings there
Sanity never visits here

Chorus