Gas.wav Lyrics

My form so free flow like portraits from Van Goh

I'm living in glass homes and balling with black stones

My dome spin into orbit the spiral elliptical

No greater torment than sitting the lowest on pedestals

My drug dependence is minuscule but remains regrettable

I rid the ridicule when my syllables hit their intervals

These ayahuasca visuals opening up some vestibules

Traveling through celestial bodies dodging correctionals

My head war torn, it got nuclear missiles

Flying back and forth leaving corpses all through my mental

Shove the skeletons in my closet door and try to forget em

Even GPS won't give me directions I'm left guessing

I detest the fact I'm craving this requited validation

Everyday the picture taken's thorns on bloody laxidaisies

Hear the pain within my cadence I'm screaming in desperation

And leaning on medication to sustain a little patience

My eyes glazing over like cataracts

My soul cold, Nova Scotia comma then Halifax

Matter fact, my brass tacks are suddenly made of glass

So I wait for the gas to get passed to my ass

And then I just fade to black

And wake up on a carpet made out of shag

My shirt from Nordstrom rack got some vomit up on the tag

On Uber I got banned so I gotta call a cab

It's whatever I get lost in my pad and then hit the lab