Tekst Utworu

I saw you at that Spose show Man your so dope! And those school tours You're on fire, like a California forest You got colors love your aura Admired by the cafe choir Your old friends were so young dying Heroin addicted in a suicide silence You that beatboxpoet, on instagram I heard your sisters dead, you missed her funeral You were on tour instead Now your mom's got cancer, Your dads on oxygen I don't know who you're boxing against Hands turn purple beating the drum, Beating thoughts in you head Awfully led Off of the ledge I think I'm slightly psychic, sorta psychotic Or psilocybin psychedelic, cant put your finger on it I see see see things that don't exist yet I Dream up future events, like premonitions Cast lines out the galaxy, bub I'm star fishing Can't touch my reality dog, wizard mystic I control the weather Make it blizzard in the tropics I visit with the dead I got a pet loch ness Soul folks, Fleet foxes Bigfoot couldn't step in these socks I think i got a little bit off topic I am not for everyone
Writer(s): Myles Bullen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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