Cold got me jaded
In need californication
Hoes wanting fornication
I aint even made it yet
Ill be on this plane until eject
Sex medication, Man my hand full of aces
I aint got the patience
Played my hand ASAP
Build a house right off the map
Weed filled nap-sack
Got it anywhere my ass at
On a fast track, all the way to abstract
Till my soul diminish, Im feelin' weak from sinning
Popeye I need it
Who got the spinach
I aint done until my vocals finish
Im a living menace
At ya throat, you a math nerd
I got a full herd behind all these words
Hit you with a curve
Left, right lay you on the curb
Goodnight
Bet you wish you heard me
Back is awful dirty, Way to often flirting with these demons
Far from an earthling
Cursing at my mom from the womb
Landed here in pre made tomb
Help me soon
Wow He has got some courage
Ill give him that
Solo voyage floating through the flowage on his back
Stranded off the map
Blade has got him trapped
Held up to his neck, till he snap
Distress, this a mess
Maybe I'm the mess
Im a mess
Mistress hold me until Christmas
Used up all my change now I'm wish-less
I need change, flip the page
All I see is my complaints
So I guess, here's my thanks
I could use the room now
My breath getting close now
I think Im about to drowned
Quick hand me my f*cking crown
Pulse flat
I just wrote these back to back
A view to kill, James Bond with writing skill
Watching through the window sill
The dialogue of Kill Bill In the background
Distorted with these voices in his glass house
Call me Faust
These deals I've been making
Got me shaking, and my mind eviscerating
Help me f*ck
This can not be healthy, wicked witch I'm melting
Selling out myself and my health
Just to reach somebody else
Wow, good intentions
Too bad he forgot to mention
It aint fair when Sam is sent in
Cologne is evil scented
Im just here for the incentives
Weed and music, girls
But whose choosing ill just have them all
Well I rubbed the crystal ball
I will not answer the calls
Confined inside these walls
All I gets a phone call
So I'm turning all it off
If you wanna see me
You gon' reach my kundalini
In the Astral Plane Video (MV)
Seaczar - In the Astral Plane Lyrics
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Cold got me jaded
In need californication
Hoes wanting fornication
I aint even made it yet
Ill be on this plane until eject
Sex medication, Man my hand full of aces
I aint got the patience
Played my hand ASAP
Build a house right off the map
Weed filled nap-sack
Got it anywhere my ass at
On a fast track, all the way to abstract
Till my soul diminish, Im feelin' weak from sinning
Popeye I need it
Who got the spinach
I aint done until my vocals finish
Im a living menace
At ya throat, you a math nerd
I got a full herd behind all these words
Hit you with a curve
Left, right lay you on the curb
Goodnight
Bet you wish you heard me
Back is awful dirty, Way to often flirting with these demons
Far from an earthling
Cursing at my mom from the womb
Landed here in pre made tomb
Help me soon
Wow He has got some courage
Ill give him that
Solo voyage floating through the flowage on his back
Stranded off the map
Blade has got him trapped
Held up to his neck, till he snap
Distress, this a mess
Maybe I'm the mess
Im a mess
Mistress hold me until Christmas
Used up all my change now I'm wish-less
I need change, flip the page
All I see is my complaints
So I guess, here's my thanks
I could use the room now
My breath getting close now
I think Im about to drowned
Quick hand me my f*cking crown
Pulse flat
I just wrote these back to back
A view to kill, James Bond with writing skill
Watching through the window sill
The dialogue of Kill Bill In the background
Distorted with these voices in his glass house
Call me Faust
These deals I've been making
Got me shaking, and my mind eviscerating
Help me f*ck
This can not be healthy, wicked witch I'm melting
Selling out myself and my health
Just to reach somebody else
Wow, good intentions
Too bad he forgot to mention
It aint fair when Sam is sent in
Cologne is evil scented
Im just here for the incentives
Weed and music, girls
But whose choosing ill just have them all
Well I rubbed the crystal ball
I will not answer the calls
Confined inside these walls
All I gets a phone call
So I'm turning all it off
If you wanna see me
You gon' reach my kundalini
In need californication
Hoes wanting fornication
I aint even made it yet
Ill be on this plane until eject
Sex medication, Man my hand full of aces
I aint got the patience
Played my hand ASAP
Build a house right off the map
Weed filled nap-sack
Got it anywhere my ass at
On a fast track, all the way to abstract
Till my soul diminish, Im feelin' weak from sinning
Popeye I need it
Who got the spinach
I aint done until my vocals finish
Im a living menace
At ya throat, you a math nerd
I got a full herd behind all these words
Hit you with a curve
Left, right lay you on the curb
Goodnight
Bet you wish you heard me
Back is awful dirty, Way to often flirting with these demons
Far from an earthling
Cursing at my mom from the womb
Landed here in pre made tomb
Help me soon
Wow He has got some courage
Ill give him that
Solo voyage floating through the flowage on his back
Stranded off the map
Blade has got him trapped
Held up to his neck, till he snap
Distress, this a mess
Maybe I'm the mess
Im a mess
Mistress hold me until Christmas
Used up all my change now I'm wish-less
I need change, flip the page
All I see is my complaints
So I guess, here's my thanks
I could use the room now
My breath getting close now
I think Im about to drowned
Quick hand me my f*cking crown
Pulse flat
I just wrote these back to back
A view to kill, James Bond with writing skill
Watching through the window sill
The dialogue of Kill Bill In the background
Distorted with these voices in his glass house
Call me Faust
These deals I've been making
Got me shaking, and my mind eviscerating
Help me f*ck
This can not be healthy, wicked witch I'm melting
Selling out myself and my health
Just to reach somebody else
Wow, good intentions
Too bad he forgot to mention
It aint fair when Sam is sent in
Cologne is evil scented
Im just here for the incentives
Weed and music, girls
But whose choosing ill just have them all
Well I rubbed the crystal ball
I will not answer the calls
Confined inside these walls
All I gets a phone call
So I'm turning all it off
If you wanna see me
You gon' reach my kundalini
Writer: Dylan Bumgarner
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