Loud music, eyes on the road, mind in the clouds, I forget to check on myself throughout

the day

All my dreams are lucid and it's vivid and it ain't me in control, can't remember them

when I'm awake

All I see is nothing, hair is blowing in the wind, tell me is this my only life or can

I trade

Who the fuck is feeding me my thoughts

I know exactly where I'm at but I'm lost

Who the fuck is feeding me my thoughts

I know exactly where I'm at but I'm lost

Who the fuck is feeding me my thoughts

I know exactly where I'm at but I'm lost

Who the fuck is feeding me my thoughts

I know exactly where I'm at but I'm lost

Who the fuck is feeding me my thoughts

I know exactly where I'm at but I'm lost

I was feelin' like the shit, but I realized that I ain't

We all fake, we the same, made to believe that we ain't

But I can't change, cause I'm so stuck in my ways

Fade, nowhere that I go feel safe

I've been looking for my home, I feel that I lost it with age

Memories of Miriam Street feel like they erased

But I can see it in the bags, on my eyes, on my face

I'm running, trying to catch up to myself like it's a race

I guess that I'm just trying to adjust to all the change

Can't tell if it's the stress or shrooms causing stomach pain

Them years that I spent rolling on the mat, I'm rolling J's

This chapter in the story of my life missing a page

I'm hoping and I'm praying that it's all just a phase

Cause if not than this about to be my downfall from grace