Yeah I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot to say
If there's ever a god
Then he's probably gay, yeah
Yeah I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot to say
If there's ever a god
Then he's probably gay
Soon as I crash hard
The memories unwind
Variable future equals undefined
Disregard everything they say, I discard
Stuck on that boulevard with broken dreams and broken heart
My God my God my God my God
Well f*ck
I'm an atheist,laziest lyricist
A narcissistic nihilist
Can't fight the withdrawal
I need my daily fix
I can play guitar
But I'm no Hendrix or Kendrick
You can call me Harry Morgan
And that'll be it
You get it? Hah-ha
Yeah
I tend to get on the mic and just spit it,I vomit
Who gives a shit
The music here's non profit
So my two choices
F*ck music I'm off it
Or just off myself chill in a coffin
The life I'm living is boring
The culture I follow is foreign
Psychedelic, music I make but I don't know dorian
I'm sorry man someone get me a Delorean
Why is the sky blue
Why did the sky fall
Why should I stay with you
Why should I face it all
F*ck your excuses you never had the balls
Beggars can't be choosing
Now you're losing
Where were you when I called huh
Where were you when I called huh
Where were you when I called huh
Where were you when I called
Is the question the answer I want, yeah
It's so surreal
Is it even real
Nothing really matters
Do I even feel
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
It's no miracle it's medical
My brain's f*cked up it's the chemicals
It's so surreal
Is it even real
On the verge of insanity
Separated from reality
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
Who do I love
Who do I hate
Look at the mirror
Dissociate
So,Morgan murdered the beat
I'm putting it in revival
It's the process of recovery
And it's the survival of the fittest
I spit less but each rhyme is spitless
Leave haters with dropped jaws
And mouths dry and spitless
Trying to make sense
Of what's up with the world
I thought I made it to the top
But just got kicked to the f*cking curb
Thought was a gradual process rising from the dirt
Only to find myself so helpless
I'm at a loss for words
Making music all day
And constantly penning my thoughts down
Criticized by all these bitches and nonsense clowns
I'm a perfectionist so each rhyme I spit touchdown
Always so focused you can't harm me or my sounds
Harry Morgan and I will come and destroy your towns
Turn all your cocky smirks into devastating frowns
And if you think you're coming back at me in the second round
Goodluck trying to come back from six feet under the ground yeah
It's so surreal
Is it even real
Nothing really matters
Do I even feel
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
It's no miracle it's medical
My brain's f*cked up it's the chemicals
It's so surreal
Is it even real
On the verge of insanity
Separated from reality
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
Who do I love
Who do I hate
Look at the mirror
Dissociate
Harry Morgan - Dissociate (feat. Mr_jay37) Lyrics
Harry Morgan - Dissociate (feat. Mr_jay37) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Yeah I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot to say
If there's ever a god
Then he's probably gay, yeah
Yeah I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot to say
If there's ever a god
Then he's probably gay
Soon as I crash hard
The memories unwind
Variable future equals undefined
Disregard everything they say, I discard
Stuck on that boulevard with broken dreams and broken heart
My God my God my God my God
Well f*ck
I'm an atheist,laziest lyricist
A narcissistic nihilist
Can't fight the withdrawal
I need my daily fix
I can play guitar
But I'm no Hendrix or Kendrick
You can call me Harry Morgan
And that'll be it
You get it? Hah-ha
Yeah
I tend to get on the mic and just spit it,I vomit
Who gives a shit
The music here's non profit
So my two choices
F*ck music I'm off it
Or just off myself chill in a coffin
The life I'm living is boring
The culture I follow is foreign
Psychedelic, music I make but I don't know dorian
I'm sorry man someone get me a Delorean
Why is the sky blue
Why did the sky fall
Why should I stay with you
Why should I face it all
F*ck your excuses you never had the balls
Beggars can't be choosing
Now you're losing
Where were you when I called huh
Where were you when I called huh
Where were you when I called huh
Where were you when I called
Is the question the answer I want, yeah
It's so surreal
Is it even real
Nothing really matters
Do I even feel
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
It's no miracle it's medical
My brain's f*cked up it's the chemicals
It's so surreal
Is it even real
On the verge of insanity
Separated from reality
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
Who do I love
Who do I hate
Look at the mirror
Dissociate
So,Morgan murdered the beat
I'm putting it in revival
It's the process of recovery
And it's the survival of the fittest
I spit less but each rhyme is spitless
Leave haters with dropped jaws
And mouths dry and spitless
Trying to make sense
Of what's up with the world
I thought I made it to the top
But just got kicked to the f*cking curb
Thought was a gradual process rising from the dirt
Only to find myself so helpless
I'm at a loss for words
Making music all day
And constantly penning my thoughts down
Criticized by all these bitches and nonsense clowns
I'm a perfectionist so each rhyme I spit touchdown
Always so focused you can't harm me or my sounds
Harry Morgan and I will come and destroy your towns
Turn all your cocky smirks into devastating frowns
And if you think you're coming back at me in the second round
Goodluck trying to come back from six feet under the ground yeah
It's so surreal
Is it even real
Nothing really matters
Do I even feel
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
It's no miracle it's medical
My brain's f*cked up it's the chemicals
It's so surreal
Is it even real
On the verge of insanity
Separated from reality
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
Who do I love
Who do I hate
Look at the mirror
Dissociate
I got a lot to say
If there's ever a god
Then he's probably gay, yeah
Yeah I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot to say
If there's ever a god
Then he's probably gay
Soon as I crash hard
The memories unwind
Variable future equals undefined
Disregard everything they say, I discard
Stuck on that boulevard with broken dreams and broken heart
My God my God my God my God
Well f*ck
I'm an atheist,laziest lyricist
A narcissistic nihilist
Can't fight the withdrawal
I need my daily fix
I can play guitar
But I'm no Hendrix or Kendrick
You can call me Harry Morgan
And that'll be it
You get it? Hah-ha
Yeah
I tend to get on the mic and just spit it,I vomit
Who gives a shit
The music here's non profit
So my two choices
F*ck music I'm off it
Or just off myself chill in a coffin
The life I'm living is boring
The culture I follow is foreign
Psychedelic, music I make but I don't know dorian
I'm sorry man someone get me a Delorean
Why is the sky blue
Why did the sky fall
Why should I stay with you
Why should I face it all
F*ck your excuses you never had the balls
Beggars can't be choosing
Now you're losing
Where were you when I called huh
Where were you when I called huh
Where were you when I called huh
Where were you when I called
Is the question the answer I want, yeah
It's so surreal
Is it even real
Nothing really matters
Do I even feel
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
It's no miracle it's medical
My brain's f*cked up it's the chemicals
It's so surreal
Is it even real
On the verge of insanity
Separated from reality
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
Who do I love
Who do I hate
Look at the mirror
Dissociate
So,Morgan murdered the beat
I'm putting it in revival
It's the process of recovery
And it's the survival of the fittest
I spit less but each rhyme is spitless
Leave haters with dropped jaws
And mouths dry and spitless
Trying to make sense
Of what's up with the world
I thought I made it to the top
But just got kicked to the f*cking curb
Thought was a gradual process rising from the dirt
Only to find myself so helpless
I'm at a loss for words
Making music all day
And constantly penning my thoughts down
Criticized by all these bitches and nonsense clowns
I'm a perfectionist so each rhyme I spit touchdown
Always so focused you can't harm me or my sounds
Harry Morgan and I will come and destroy your towns
Turn all your cocky smirks into devastating frowns
And if you think you're coming back at me in the second round
Goodluck trying to come back from six feet under the ground yeah
It's so surreal
Is it even real
Nothing really matters
Do I even feel
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
It's no miracle it's medical
My brain's f*cked up it's the chemicals
It's so surreal
Is it even real
On the verge of insanity
Separated from reality
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate
Who do I love
Who do I hate
Look at the mirror
Dissociate
Writer: Hardik Dhakan, Sanket Jain
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid