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Yeah, yeah Yeah, yo I think time ticks slower when you watch it But I'm probably at the concert somewhere Lost inside a mosh pit People rarely value time before they've lost it So I'm hella careful of where I vibe and where I'm caught If I'm caught, fuck it Probably smoking spliff outside their offices I'm usually chill, but sometimes I'm hitting rock bottom Mentally, I'm in the field Probably filling my pockets with daffodils But the clouds above look like autumn's right around With a packet of pills, some white garments Pharmacists, they call him the doctor He's quite ominous but sharp with it Dark witted, post apocalyptic armor I got to talk with him and the consensus is It seems time ticks slower when you watch it People got hairline fractures on their conscience Then they try to patch it up with bondage or bandages So is God the one responsible for the damages? I can't think (I can't think) Just know that time moves slower on the brink (on the brink) Of success, of regret, of extinction (of extinction) I'm just tryna stay as timeless as a dream is You know what I mean, it's all inside of the deets Red box logo on the truck, says Supreme And them three letters I.O.U. on the T And sometimes life's a world record on repeat Micro-dose LSD Peace (peace)
Writer(s): Montrell Haymon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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