Текст песни
Maybe all of the pills made me too optimistic
Optic illusion, abuse 'em blues if I oblige to my fixtures
If I didn't know have this whole vision, I'd lose myself in the distance
Do you mind if I listened to conversations you have with him?
So, I could have myself a glimpse of what it's like to have love
'Cause the life I have isn't bad, but I still feel so fucked
Another night I sit in the trash and I'll still call up my plug
Tell him I need em, if I could see him and throw the homie some bucks
Maybe, I was just too hopeful, but now I hold onto sofas, so
The story goes
When home alone, I sink in my woes, so soulful
So full of shit, I piss bliss
Focus on this, I get whipped
By a hopeless abyss, I best slip a couple of pills onto my tongue
I wonder what comes after this
Stuck in this habitus
Happens to gets my own habits fixed
Hack it, live happy, then I could admit this shit
Nostalgic for times I could take pride in all my qualmish thoughts
I was just saying the other day, "I could go conquer them, then get the sauce"
Dip