I'm lost bro
I need a minute
Oh shit, wait, wait!
This my f*ckin' shit!
Damn
Yeah
Am I okay? I don't quite know
I pray I never face white snow
Rather face a joint than face hard blows
I might have lost some control
Conversations with the universe is like talkin' back to a black hole
Back to back, I start again, it's a long cycle
All that preachin' make a long bible
Heart on sleeve, makin' love primal
Weed on hand, I make the plan to smoke and forget my plans
I'm so advanced (You trippin' man)
Back then, I would've never thought that I would be like this
Cure for boredom in a dark abyss
Light up a spliff, and let the colors hit
(Holy shit, what the f*ck?)
Crackin' out the mold
Feel the words that can't be spoken
I'm buggin' on the low (just on the low tho)
My mind is on the road (left me again)
Will it ever come back to me?
To me
Will it ever come back to me?
To me, to me
Yeah (Please)
Losin' all of my melatonin
I'm out the zone, and my gasket blown
Dry ass phone, see I'm all alone
But I got cologne, I smell good
(I wish they could)
Find themselves through the complications like I did
(I wish I could)
Turn back the years, I wanna be a kid again
And every time I hate myself, I have no choice but apologize
I can only see through my own eyes
I got 2 lives, the second happened when I realized this my only shot
This current moment is all we got
So it's kinda funny how I'm still buggin'
And it seems nothing can make it stop
Crackin' out the mold
Feel the words that can't be spoken
I'm buggin' on the low (just on the low tho)
My mind is on the road (left me again)
Will it ever come back to me?
To me
Will it ever come back to me?
To me, to me
Yeah
Did shrooms, had a good cry
Had a conversation with the outside
It told me it'd be alright
Sometimes I think it lied (Lied)
Yeah, I think it cappin' (Cappin')
I was happy then, so what happened?
Don't stick to what you imagine (It's not real)
Big fan of the 90s, f*ck this new shit, I'm old fashioned (Yeah)
People all around me on they phones, I find it tragic (Tragic)
I try to live for the passion
Feelings hurt means I care enough
I mean most people don't care enough
Nonchalant when they know it's rough
We ain't gotta bluff, well
Crackin' out the mold
Feel the words that can't be spoken
I'm buggin' on the low
My mind is on the road
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I'm lost bro
I need a minute
Oh shit, wait, wait!
This my f*ckin' shit!
Damn
Yeah
Am I okay? I don't quite know
I pray I never face white snow
Rather face a joint than face hard blows
I might have lost some control
Conversations with the universe is like talkin' back to a black hole
Back to back, I start again, it's a long cycle
All that preachin' make a long bible
Heart on sleeve, makin' love primal
Weed on hand, I make the plan to smoke and forget my plans
I'm so advanced (You trippin' man)
Back then, I would've never thought that I would be like this
Cure for boredom in a dark abyss
Light up a spliff, and let the colors hit
(Holy shit, what the f*ck?)
Crackin' out the mold
Feel the words that can't be spoken
I'm buggin' on the low (just on the low tho)
My mind is on the road (left me again)
Will it ever come back to me?
To me
Will it ever come back to me?
To me, to me
Yeah (Please)
Losin' all of my melatonin
I'm out the zone, and my gasket blown
Dry ass phone, see I'm all alone
But I got cologne, I smell good
(I wish they could)
Find themselves through the complications like I did
(I wish I could)
Turn back the years, I wanna be a kid again
And every time I hate myself, I have no choice but apologize
I can only see through my own eyes
I got 2 lives, the second happened when I realized this my only shot
This current moment is all we got
So it's kinda funny how I'm still buggin'
And it seems nothing can make it stop
Crackin' out the mold
Feel the words that can't be spoken
I'm buggin' on the low (just on the low tho)
My mind is on the road (left me again)
Will it ever come back to me?
To me
Will it ever come back to me?
To me, to me
Yeah
Did shrooms, had a good cry
Had a conversation with the outside
It told me it'd be alright
Sometimes I think it lied (Lied)
Yeah, I think it cappin' (Cappin')
I was happy then, so what happened?
Don't stick to what you imagine (It's not real)
Big fan of the 90s, f*ck this new shit, I'm old fashioned (Yeah)
People all around me on they phones, I find it tragic (Tragic)
I try to live for the passion
Feelings hurt means I care enough
I mean most people don't care enough
Nonchalant when they know it's rough
We ain't gotta bluff, well
Crackin' out the mold
Feel the words that can't be spoken
I'm buggin' on the low
My mind is on the road
I need a minute
Oh shit, wait, wait!
This my f*ckin' shit!
Damn
Yeah
Am I okay? I don't quite know
I pray I never face white snow
Rather face a joint than face hard blows
I might have lost some control
Conversations with the universe is like talkin' back to a black hole
Back to back, I start again, it's a long cycle
All that preachin' make a long bible
Heart on sleeve, makin' love primal
Weed on hand, I make the plan to smoke and forget my plans
I'm so advanced (You trippin' man)
Back then, I would've never thought that I would be like this
Cure for boredom in a dark abyss
Light up a spliff, and let the colors hit
(Holy shit, what the f*ck?)
Crackin' out the mold
Feel the words that can't be spoken
I'm buggin' on the low (just on the low tho)
My mind is on the road (left me again)
Will it ever come back to me?
To me
Will it ever come back to me?
To me, to me
Yeah (Please)
Losin' all of my melatonin
I'm out the zone, and my gasket blown
Dry ass phone, see I'm all alone
But I got cologne, I smell good
(I wish they could)
Find themselves through the complications like I did
(I wish I could)
Turn back the years, I wanna be a kid again
And every time I hate myself, I have no choice but apologize
I can only see through my own eyes
I got 2 lives, the second happened when I realized this my only shot
This current moment is all we got
So it's kinda funny how I'm still buggin'
And it seems nothing can make it stop
Crackin' out the mold
Feel the words that can't be spoken
I'm buggin' on the low (just on the low tho)
My mind is on the road (left me again)
Will it ever come back to me?
To me
Will it ever come back to me?
To me, to me
Yeah
Did shrooms, had a good cry
Had a conversation with the outside
It told me it'd be alright
Sometimes I think it lied (Lied)
Yeah, I think it cappin' (Cappin')
I was happy then, so what happened?
Don't stick to what you imagine (It's not real)
Big fan of the 90s, f*ck this new shit, I'm old fashioned (Yeah)
People all around me on they phones, I find it tragic (Tragic)
I try to live for the passion
Feelings hurt means I care enough
I mean most people don't care enough
Nonchalant when they know it's rough
We ain't gotta bluff, well
Crackin' out the mold
Feel the words that can't be spoken
I'm buggin' on the low
My mind is on the road
Writer: Joseph Cantrell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid