I shot the bald eagle 'coz it didn't have enough hair, who cares?
We gon' make a dope track without the drum and snare, yes
We progress, creators destined to make it
And as we digest this instrumental to your lungs, you will never breathe
You are now deceased
In the afterlife, with the worst of these human beings
Wasn't nothing left, of they spirit
Don't get near it; hold your soul together, or you will deplenish
I remember the first time I smoked the spinach
It had me so lifted, man, I thought I was quite gifted
But that's the talent we all can achieve
If we look deeper at, what's underneath
(Look inside yoself. Step outside yoself. Right?)
(Then, cut a hole in yoself. Then look inside yoself with yoself!)
(Look inside of the person you step out of)
(Break down the rules of society, and watch. what. happens)
I feel like Dr. Frankenstein, it's coming alive
One at a time, the lightning bolt strikes
We back to life, we coming again to see it right
A race from the darkness as we decay
And the maggots feast upon our flesh
There's nothing left to waste away
The time is now (It's time to wake up!)
The hour's ours
And we gon' leave the scars and remarks for them to jot down
So getcha bulletins and your TMZ's
We ostrich, that's more trippy than savage LSD!
(We tryna find our sanity in acid)
(Swim with gators like they're placid)
(We know this music isn't mastered)
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I shot the bald eagle 'coz it didn't have enough hair, who cares?
We gon' make a dope track without the drum and snare, yes
We progress, creators destined to make it
And as we digest this instrumental to your lungs, you will never breathe
You are now deceased
In the afterlife, with the worst of these human beings
Wasn't nothing left, of they spirit
Don't get near it; hold your soul together, or you will deplenish
I remember the first time I smoked the spinach
It had me so lifted, man, I thought I was quite gifted
But that's the talent we all can achieve
If we look deeper at, what's underneath
(Look inside yoself. Step outside yoself. Right?)
(Then, cut a hole in yoself. Then look inside yoself with yoself!)
(Look inside of the person you step out of)
(Break down the rules of society, and watch. what. happens)
I feel like Dr. Frankenstein, it's coming alive
One at a time, the lightning bolt strikes
We back to life, we coming again to see it right
A race from the darkness as we decay
And the maggots feast upon our flesh
There's nothing left to waste away
The time is now (It's time to wake up!)
The hour's ours
And we gon' leave the scars and remarks for them to jot down
So getcha bulletins and your TMZ's
We ostrich, that's more trippy than savage LSD!
(We tryna find our sanity in acid)
(Swim with gators like they're placid)
(We know this music isn't mastered)
We gon' make a dope track without the drum and snare, yes
We progress, creators destined to make it
And as we digest this instrumental to your lungs, you will never breathe
You are now deceased
In the afterlife, with the worst of these human beings
Wasn't nothing left, of they spirit
Don't get near it; hold your soul together, or you will deplenish
I remember the first time I smoked the spinach
It had me so lifted, man, I thought I was quite gifted
But that's the talent we all can achieve
If we look deeper at, what's underneath
(Look inside yoself. Step outside yoself. Right?)
(Then, cut a hole in yoself. Then look inside yoself with yoself!)
(Look inside of the person you step out of)
(Break down the rules of society, and watch. what. happens)
I feel like Dr. Frankenstein, it's coming alive
One at a time, the lightning bolt strikes
We back to life, we coming again to see it right
A race from the darkness as we decay
And the maggots feast upon our flesh
There's nothing left to waste away
The time is now (It's time to wake up!)
The hour's ours
And we gon' leave the scars and remarks for them to jot down
So getcha bulletins and your TMZ's
We ostrich, that's more trippy than savage LSD!
(We tryna find our sanity in acid)
(Swim with gators like they're placid)
(We know this music isn't mastered)
Writer: Joseph Popken, Grimoire Black
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid