Blanks203 - Abstract lyrics

Ninety Four

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Mind trippy abstract ash that then pass that
Hash sack built to blow off ya snapback
Flashback to reality
Floatin fuck gravity
Anoter fatality actually
I been dead for about 4 years
I doubt more tears
Will appear from these fears
I stand alone with no pears
You fearing that end is near
Im prayin that the end is here
Cause everynight I lay restless
I got a dutch ill flex this reclkless
I don't think you know what respect is
Check this i been a threat
But, I don't think they get it yet reserect
Don't disrespect or interject the intelect
Its pricless livin lifeless
In this crisis the nicest
Rollin up the most potent spices
Just to keep me rational
Work my mind tactical actual
Factual livin so casual
Fuck that anxiety
Get a dutch at jets variety
I am swear I am to high to
See the people waving hi to me or bye to me
Im too zoned
Feelin like the sky is my new home
And theres no traffic in the airway
They say to fight the fair way
But, I ain't livin their way
Walkin up this stairway so open up the gates
Take a hit of the L just to see how it tastes
Kinda like some sour grapes
Can't pull me down man im too high new guy
I see you tellin more then a few lies
Those blue eyes
Contradict my thoughts like true lies
You flew by no hesitation
Fuckin up my respiration
Now your under investigation
Finna find out what life means
While rollin up this light green
I see heavens light beams
I hope I have the right skeems
I said I hope I have the right skeems
Cause, I need to take that leap
Which is why I fear sleep
Cause countin guap doesnt come
From countin sheep im in too deep
Down this creek without a paddle
So I battle to rattle theres
Minds without a snake
As I shadow these cattle eatin
Good ill have steak as I make lectures
Watch me brake records
This shit takes effort
So don't act like im not workin
Where im goin? im not certain
Drivin by the cop swervin
Observin life as a person
Who never really had much
Shit that piss me off?
When I get a bad dutch
Ill still skill cause I be rollin like tire
Fill it up fire labeld as a pyromaniac
Pinky & the brain
Obviiously I am the braniac
This worlds under takover
I know you smell that bake oder ain't sober
Im cheeifin keef its funny how im dreamin
I don't even sleep

Its funny how im dreamin i don't even sleep

You are now listening to 94 get
Your mother fuckin ears ready