Zion Garcia - DETOX Lyrics

Sit back, relax, let go
And just lay down
Down! Down

Sit back, relax, let go
And just lay down
Down! Down

Yeah, feeling miss matched
Like tables at an Aussie Christmas
Are we compatible
Or just another difference

Wait, hate, assimilate
The rhetoric of past masters
It's all love and war, my call to
Fall behind the martyrs

While I'm sitting on the
Milk crate, carton in my hand
Of jager
48 stater

Is the title imma sit and
Stifle at
Wonder how far my music go
Without some mumble rap

Audible applaudable
Some adjects that are plausible
Maybe even proximal's
My music's reach, it's optional to call it that

Feeling tight hearted
Minds choc-a-block
Wearing daks like A. GIRL
When I'm chilling tryna watch the block

Couldn't give a f*ck
About some fake violence
Crime is at its finest
And I'm just tryna hide from it

Really think it's true
That it'll chase you
If you try and run from it
Couldn't hurt to try, true

Feel the pressures of my age
Feel the pressures on my soul
30 acres till I find myself
A piece of gold, gold, gold

Too hot to breathe
Too hot to smoke
The sky's looking like exploding coke

But when the sky clears up
Who knows what you'll see
Couple perfect dead trees
Like family, ties getting simmered

And severed
Type F2 if you feel this shit ain't
Getting better

Sit back, relax, let go
And just lay down
Down! down

Sit back, relax, let go
And just lay down
Down! down

Now I digress man, it's time to confess
And, when I get zen, Z I O N
Likes to get a lil isolated
Meditative state

Like can you teach me how to chill
And unload my plates cause

We all been in need of that good life
Shit
Wonder when the time will come to say
My last goodbye, shit

Tell me I'm okay
Just feed me the sobriety
It's been kinda hard to grow your love
And do it quietly

Feel no other pressures but
The ones in from my brain
Yet it's so hard to complain
When this life is a game

And you contemplating playing it
But nobody saying it
Except some people screaming it
While knowing they ain't meaning it

Taking the piss, taking the soul
Taking the power, out of having human
Power to just feel what's ours

We've been waiting hours
And weeks for the days
That we truly could say
I'm not having a good day

But good days come along pretty often
Like summer time fabric losing colour from softeners

This trauma is the reason we all
Losing our softness
Conformists, boxing up to ops
Like George foreman's, aye

But we can push through it
Again and again
The only thing is
F*ck drama, Show love to your friends

And cherish the knowledge
Of having a heart
Scream the shit from morning to dark
If you feel the need to

Sit back, relax, let go
And just lay down
Down! down!

Sit back, relax, let go
And just lay down
Down! down!