[Verse]
6:34 in the morning why am I awake
I should be asleep but there’s a bowl that I would like to bake
Crying late at night will only make it hard to hibernate
But my mistake, apologies I’m falling into hyper space
Increasing speed I’m losing control without even trying to
The list of shit I hate getting full I’m trying to find some room
Shoutout Zion and shoutout Pulp they inspire writing moods
Bitch I’m nice as fuck and going up there’s not a fight to lose
My only view of my life I squinting through red eyes
Why try to think when spliffys turn you to a Jedi
Dead nice, I could make a song without my head like
Decapitated rapper you can use it as a headline
Fed my addiction already it’s barely seven
There’s scary tension arising between me in my reflection
Only doing what I wanna if it’s less I’ll learn the lesson
Always stressing fuck depression where to cop a
Smith and Wesson
(Uh huh)