Aubergine (feat. Fielded)

Psychiatry started exploring these methods in the nineteenth century Charcot was interested in the, in the psychiatric disorder called hysteria And he began using hypnosis, uh, to command away symptoms Whether these people actually have visions of a past life is not the point They believe they do Condition, fortress of conventions Forced but I saw it as an entrance A door, knew there were other senses This is vision with a vengeance, this is radical ascension This is one for mi kindred, where you at? This is breath for the winded, clarity if conflicted Smoke and tarry, then I listen In the valley, intervention Take my time, for a spell being strengthened A renewal, I reflect, I remember I been gassed, I been runnin' on potential On a path, I might fast, sweep the temple Mop the floor, wipe the window, life before life essential I'm in the now, I'm in the now, I'm in the now, I'm in the now Inner space, searching central, keepin' tempo Can't complain, it's the sun I resemble Many colors streak sky to the East, rise, then repeat Pink hued like heat peak synthesis Star circle my vicinity, if you givin', give it willingly This is cleansing fire co-d, purified by the OZ Fully charged, I'm a sun, I'm a star I got range, I know just who I are Weave what he want and it's still on the one 'Cause I wander don't mean that I'm lost 'Cause I wonder don't mean that I'm stumped Bending wills to exactly what I want I been hunted, I been shielded, I feel love here I feel love here I feel love here I feel love here With the truthfulness, which impressed you, would be ideal Almost that he himself would just return from the journey Existed only in his imagination I send brothers to the store, I keep something in the cupboard I'm stubborn, I am my mother's love measured in eyedroppers Burnt rubber from the coppers The eye doctor leapt, shocked, my third eye Don't believe me? Just watch my chakras (Still hot at night) Shots pop in the hills of Caracas Negroes shoot for the top, I always had poor posture Traps packed with dead lobsters Bottom feeders toasting grappa, basic, penne alla vodka You order off the menu, chef handmade me latkes I don't care, I don't be countin' niggas' pockets Westworld niggas re-rebooting, recyclin' the same shooting Rappers tired, inertia the only thing keep 'em movin' Glassy-eyed in the stu', that street date looming (You know who) Toast coriander and cumin Crush fragrant, slow, circular movements In the garden, nascent, she let me ate it, I'm only human You're home and dry Combien de fois? I don't understand français, je– How many times? Relax, relax, don't be frightened, it's fun Will you come on a cruise with me to, um... Only if I have the top berth