Leak Bros - Delerium lyrics
[Leak Bros - Delerium lyrics]
My skull split's just like some chick’s ass
Quick fast, the lights flickered and flashed
As I got trashed
Past, present, or future just combined
To intertwine with visuals
Criminal chemicals mess with the sensible
Men turned to vegetables, welcome to Hell
Have you sweating like Alexander O’Neal on
Stage doing songs with Cherrelle
Unusual smells, bells and whistles
The voices in my head
Rock riddles while I pick the
Locks in mental hospitals
Little brain stuck, purple rained up
The sky cried and clouds cough
I know it sounds off, walls I bounce off
It’s awful
Just what is this drug doing to ballers
With a fifty dollar bottle from
Out the funeral parlor
Blacking out like me in the open
Super smoking and soaking something
Too potent, love boating until I’m floating
Until I exhale forgetting details
Mentally blazed off of half the haze
Then pass it to Cage
I blasted out my Wallies
Went through the roof on the zoom
(Cage just fucked up my room) My
Hands are two fucking balloons
Looking down on Newark, ankles bloody
I’m in Wonderland slammed through suburbs
Into some curbs I lost one of my hands
Threw me in a silly cyclone, spitting up
Till my breath started to exhale
Caught a plague to the chest
Threw me back to earth in
Pieces minus my spine, head
Why the fuck is Tame One
Shoveling me out the driveway
I like the nitro then go
Psycho with the lighter
When a billy-goat's head on a
Naked chick joins the cipher
My brain swells trying to
Escape it's own package
Till it shatters the screen out of
The TV with my skull fragments
Leaky packages secretly advocates
Of my demise
I see mad sliding eyeballs on an abacus
My walls bleeding, now the sky is red
Two arms reaching through the floor
I’m aiming at this raven at my door tweaking
My lights are flickering
All my vision is different
Personalities I can’t even
Account for bickering the scene’s dreamy
Leave me this jar with a dead primey
When the juice is gone
I’ll ring his ass out on a pack of beanies
Hit the ceiling and stick inhaling the dip
Blow dust in my pit’s face, he shit's
Delirium hit's i start to time warp but
Crash into the wall funny
Look up and see Tame just
Took the blunt from me
Now Newports can absorb enormous
Amounts of this liquid we get sick with it
Addicted to what the dip did to the misfit's
Tsk tsk
We risk life and limb five to ten times daily
We scared to hit it but
Still distribute it fairly
Rarely sober but over the top with the rock
Just barely dropped but not to
Be shook like soda pop
Control dangerous substances
Dust is nothing to fuck with
My different dutches corrupted like
Half of Rutgers, new Brunswick
Sick to my stomach
Drugs in the hundreds lacing shit with
Nice twice on the mic is
Like the Matrix glitch
PCP me deeply, sinking into altered states
Fallen from grace
My blunts taste like chocolate shakes
I take over like J Hova
To highjack your mental plain
Just for a layover then play
The cut like baking soda
Spasmatic, another hip hop addict
With habit's on National Geographic’s front
Cover fucking a fat bitch