Spitty - Existential Addiction lyrics

Ketamine the kettle pouring caffeine
On the floor
Peyote up paper roll another blunt to smoke
Molly Mary Lucy in a cuzzi with ya bro
Shrooming lucid think I'm losing tune
With music mind control
Lean leaning to the left DMT I've never slept
Angel dust dripping snowing sniffing
Down the ends
Need a heroine ok with sin cause
Look at me a mess
Messed in the head been stressed
Thought detached from the flesh
Sentimental tender torn in pieces
Heart up on my sleeve but I
Been sleeveless am I dreaming
Seeking out a guiding light still blinded by
All of my demons got weakness
Hoping for a holy night like templar
Never touched temples hurt my temples
Tryna set an example yet all I show
Is the wrongs I detest of

Sometimes I see the sky sail
Sailing from the coast
Sometimes I see the storm tear
Tearing up my boat
Think I been getting too high
No matter what I do die
Slip slipping to my doom
Think I might need a few
Hold me over till I bloom
Maybe make it to next June
Think I been getting too high
No matter what I do die

Yo how the hell it get this dark
Unlucky to be me Olaf at the pain at my cost
Gaze at the coffin and thought somehow they
Make gains off of your offing
Gossip beliefs hate it so I sneak sneak
Escape with the release these rats
Oh so cheese me
Never found a purpose to pursue had to go
Imagine all the havoc I could do
Combating comradery radically tryna
Transform what's new norms for the stew
Stoned in the pot tone it up a notch
Nihilist bout why we live
Zoning in this scotch
Taped down to the gallows where
They gobble you for dough
Ghouling with the goblins going grave
Shopping for my own
Need to make it or I'm taking
Off a forty six floor
For the only aim I see is legacy I gotta go
Pouring out a forty for the massacres
Air condition control the animals
Pouring out my soul into this manual
Different condition turned me incompatible

Sometimes I see the sky sail
Sailing from the coast
Sometimes I see the storm tear
Tearing up my boat
Think I been getting too high
No matter what I do die
Slip slipping to my doom
Think I might need a few
Hold me over till I bloom
Maybe make it to next June
Think I been getting too high
No matter what I do die

Sometimes I see the sky sail
Sailing from the coast
Sometimes I see the storm tear
Tearing up my boat
Think I been getting too high
No matter what I do die
Slip slipping to my doom
Think I might need a few
Hold me over till I bloom
Maybe make it to next June
Sometimes I think of new life
Sometimes I think of suicide