I take a sip of the spirits before I conjure lyrics

I'm blackin' out, I'm in blackin' out of my mind, you feel it

Summoned, there's somethin' fearin' you in the mirror

And you're feelin' the feelings, isn't it coincidence?

I'm hearin' your thoughts

You don't want to make an enemy of me and Chris, we will put you in a box

Got a product more refined than the acetone washin'

Y'all ain't nothin' but some watered down shitty weed rock

'Cause if you ain't noticed, I've been focused on this vision that I've been sculptin'

It's kinda changed me as a person and it hurts

So, pardon me if I'm not receptive to what you're tellin' me to do with our business

Because you don't know how it works

And I've been pushin' this here box with my spirit locked in it

Deeper and deeper into the fuckin' Earth

And I'm about four feet down, and it's gettin' harder to breathe

But I'm gonna keep puttin' that shovel to the dirt

I've been pushin' this here box with my spirit locked in it

Deeper and deeper into the fuckin' Earth

And I'm about four feet down, and it's gettin' harder to breathe

But I'm gonna keep puttin' that shovel to the dirt and make it work

'Cause I ain't never had a whole lot, but I sure got a lot left to say

So if anybody's standin' in my way

Tell 'em go and pick a plot for your grave

'Cause these demons out to play

I second guess myself on the daily nightly

When I wake up and run to dinner still rethinkin' what I'm writin' and wonderin'

"What will I do if they don't like me?" Fuck it, to speak from my heart

And if I ain't your cup of tea, then don't invite me to your party

'Cause you don't know the half of it

Chasin' these dreams will wear you down when you run after them

That's why so many have to quit, actin' spastic, spazzin' and flippin' out

Because the mind is hard to master after havin' all this pressure on you

So, don't go tryna find a line to cross

I can't control emotion, goin' loco when my mind is lost

If I'm talkin' reckless, then you best just keep on steppin' towards that exit

Before them chainsaws get to revvin' like it's Texas

And everyone these days so motherfuckin' disrespectful

I ain't got no time for talkin' shit, I'm on a schedule

Tryna find these notes that give us hope and shine some light into our souls

Because I know we all just dancin' with the devil, let me cut in

I've been pushin' this here box with my spirit locked in it

Deeper and deeper into the fuckin' Earth

And I'm about four feet down, and it's gettin' hard to breathe

But I'ma keep puttin' that shovel to the dirt and make it work

'Cause I ain't never had a whole lot, but I sure got a lot left to say

So, with anybody standin' in my way

Tell 'em go on and pick a plot for your grave

'Cause these demons out to play

Go on and pick a plot for your grave

'Cause these demons out to play