Wrote this song, Scratched it wrote another one
None of em measured up to what I want
f*ck this sh*t, I'm over it
Hit the bong, Ideas slowly come along
Then I just veg for for too long
f*ck this sh*t, I'm over it
Wrote this song, Scratched it wrote another one
Found what I was looking for
Yall ready for this
An idea that came to me, Set me free from the bounds of the
Idealogy
That I cannot see, It lives in my mind restricting these
Creative impluses, Minds f*cked but it speaks aloud
I couldn't give a f*ck if you slowly drowned or when you look me those eyes of doubt
Creative impluses, Minds f*cked but it speaks aloud
I couldn't give a f*ck if you slowly drowned or when you look me those eyes of doubt
The creative process, Numbed down by doubt of your f*cking self
Rape that sh*t on the f*cking ground and become something that could be profound
These fiends will never see what we could be
These fiends, Will never see, What we could f*cking be
These fiends will never see what we could f*cking be
They dream of a world that gleams selfish love and get rich schemes
I feel hate, inside me, Evolving
Free yourself of doubt, Free yourself of boundries
Live free in the moment, Live Life profoundly
Two faces, Behind this fask, But you'll never f*cking see it man
I am sinking in a pile of quick sand, Travelling the world in the back of a sh*t van
Scraping along as I write some song
Slowly I withering away and then Im gone
Live free, Just be, Ugly, With me
Show the world you can breathe and seethe
Let it all go in a moment of peace
Have I gone too far, Am I who I always was
Or did my mind let me travel too far
Am I still lost in this labyrinth of thoughts?