Letras
Mind been fucking up
Shit I need a bunch of edibles
To ground me to the Earth
To keep my mind straight
They've been calling me up
Ask me how I'm doing
I ain't been doing well
But that's not important
How's the schedule looking?
Does it seem packed?
Shit I need to know
Before we pack
Countless empty faces
My perception is irrelevant
Your mind seems like my element
Though I think I'm out
Fame and the money
Don't think it worth it
Lost my mind and my soul so it ain't worth it
What would be like?
Shit I can't remember
Had the dream but now I can't remember
When you look at me
Do you see a person?
Or a canvas to absorb all your desires
Am I still a person? or am I part machine?
My individuality is slowly obsolete
Numbers go up and down
But so does my morality
DistortIng my reality
I cannot see my face
When it's said and over
Will I still be the same?
Or will I be forgotten
Like your mother's leftovers
People check on me
They act like it would matter
Like My mind ain't broken
And and I still morality
What defines a soul?
Shit I'd like to know
To see what I have lost
And what I could become
Fame and the money
Don't think it worth it
Lost my mind and my soul so it ain't worth it
What would be like?
Shit I can't remember
Had the dream but now I can't remember
When you look at me
Do you see a person?
Or a canvas to absorb all your desires
Am I still a person? or am I part machine?
My individuality is slowly obsolete