[Verse]
Solipsism we all is victims of this condition
The disposition where all decisions is intuition somewhere in it
Wish that I was in the book that someone finished, this one isn't
Greedish hunger, we need what we need among us
Seem like that Jesus job is to really jus' keep it from us
Seeking under the sheets for a answer that's never coming
I'm running, but I'm still standing in that same place
I think 'cause I need to wonder
I eat I'on even wanna believe me
I'm really deeper than what you seeing
I'm nothing, I'm stuck in a rut, but never lost touch of the clutch
But wit' my luck, I crash and spin the fuck out my guts in a truck
Impaled wit' a hole in my snug
Inhaling the smoke from above
Jus' painting a picture for you
Still it ain't focused enough
I can't get closer enough
I can't find closure to fuck
Still tryna learn how to be open wit' opening up
Grossily over disgust disposing love
Hope and his trust for focus
Concentration can't be achieved by lacking emotion
Contemplation don't seem to be effective as motion
Most the time you just need to get the fuck out yo' feelings
Half the time you jus' need to shut the fuck up and feel it