Went Off

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Doseone] I'm not sure that's supposed to bend Blood on the lens I'm losing friends Increasingly scared this is the end This ayahuasca guy I see now and then Sat me down all intense, just to ask if I like Eminem Fuck is going on... Scared vegetarians riding the jaguar god wrong And I'm supposed to explain myself Translate my pain into another's language of help They find doable, before my funeral Long as it's not too triggering, yet suitable for depth perception Unto anyone listening in their direction And I don't need a receipt for this bourbon Like ever, it's going right on the hurting, not returning it never Besides, I'm guessing All my guardian angels are all out side-questing Can hardly believe how tired I've been getting Fools are all baby and wedding And I'm all, "You know there is no dreaming of petting In labs that do animal testing Just a single arrow-shaped thought of escape, looping in place" That's me, on a friend date... I break Ice, like a mastodon, as long as the space heaters are on Otherwise, it's me, taken by glaciers Drifted in straits of the hater My best, destined to emerge later When I hit the equator, and thaw I'll be there wearing various animals' jaws Fangs, claws... Ready to stay raw [Verse 2: Open Mike] In my hood, I ain't recognized And when I am then I'm petrified Where's my paradise My son's into the underground Except for his old man 'Cause he ain't one of my hundred thou Who's charting on the billboard Catalog full of still born Started small like I'm Gwildor Buzz some peers would have killed for I need more monthly listnors I was born at the nursery Perform at the anniversary It's an honor and a privilege Looking at me like I got a mouth full of gibberish Yes I will die on the premises With my imaginary nemesis No need to hide any blemishes My hairline's still significant, shit I'm older than my barbers now If I have to reach farther down I hear creaking and popping I bought some speakers and a walkman I was a teacher, I'm exhausted Yeah, I'm gone burst I wrote this verse to the rhythm of a leaky faucet I only eat secrets, I'm nauseous
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Credits
- Writers
- Doseone
- Open Mike Eagle