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Yeah
Yo
Staring at the stars, seeing sun spots
Spliff so harsh, I thought I felt my lung pop
St. Louis from a place that's full of gunshots
Jamaican people see me, they say blood clot
Fried my eyes bloodshot
Cyanide cups in a room where it was just God
Flying by, I remember skating at the bus stops
Friday nights, waiting tray five in a cuffed sock
Tre flips lazy this the monotone keeper on my own
Just for safety, golden collar bones and exotic zones
Feeling wavy when I write a poem it is not a song
It's amazing feel the storm incubating in the process
Head laying in a place where all the gods slept
The only thing us Olympians know is conquest
For that, I pull up suit and tie like I was prom dressed
And then I look up to the sky like what's beyond death
Staring at the stars, seeing sun spots
Spliff so harsh, I thought I felt my lung pop
St. Louis from a place that's full of gunshots
Jamaican people see me, they say blood clot
Waiting for sanity seeing sun spots
Pharmaceuticals that I've taken making my lungs stop
Slowly mispositioned in raw condition my heart throbs
Passing out cold with no memories till the psych watch
Patiently cruising through these bruises and loosened screws
To improve on my stupid moves I got energy on some truth
All my enemies want the news but I'm sick of their altered views
They're reaping some broken shoes in the future their souls are loose
I can't take it though
My heart of gold burns inside the crucible
All of this empty skin is so concerned about loosing you
Happiness from within is a broken statue of wisdom
The simmering vigilante envisions the visuals
Mixed residual limiting all the sinners moods
Minimal goals with interviews typical broken interlude
Dimmed approach is pitiful pivotal moments mythical
Mentally but real physical sensing my life is ending soon
Staring at the stars, seeing sun spots
Spliff so harsh, I thought I felt my lung pop