Part 15

Lyrics

Hey motherfucker, 8 ball in the side pocket (They idolise my poetry because it's psychedelic) (They idolise my poetry because it's psychedelic) (They idolise my poetry because it's psychedelic) (They idolise my poetry because it's psychedelic) [Verse 1] Open sesame, the past becomes my destiny Joyous not especially, voyage of Persephone Devil to the left of me, a look upon the choir leader Lift, I turn into a fire eater High achiever damage doer, sacrifice in Sacramento Hands are bloody, a study in my aposento Go, war bird flying forward Spirit free, body tortured [Verse 2] [?] officially, head exploded literally Libraries in Italy, don't you cry now little tree It'll be over soon, do you wanna Nude madonna, moods for drama Shift the focus for a change, sniff the crocus Watching the detectives check, approach with caution if ferocious These drugs will kill you, these drugs will kill you These drugs will kill you, kill [Verse 3] Final period, acolytes dispirited Appetite's a myriad, satellite some pyramids Attitude adjusted-adjusted-adjusted Coming at it dusted-dusted-dusted Bring 'em down a couple pegs, friends of the enormous forest Simple ones that came before us, symbol of the ouroboros Glorious, everyday I'm on safari Half a mind to start an army, tear this shit up shari vari (They idolise my poetry because it's psychedelic) (They idolise my poetry because it's psychedelic) (They idolise my poetry because it's psychedelic) (They idolise my poetry because it's psychedelic) The dominating force is sound Unorthodox