Oh, fuck
Fuck

I did way too much drugs, I've been swirlin' and spinnin'
I did way too much drugs, I've been swirlin' and spinnin'
Keep the fireplace warm, I'm almost home
I'm almost there (I'm almost there)
I've officially lost vision
Ha

I found my turf, bad decision with the chrome in my hand
I've been tempted to go clone my seed
I just think there should be more like me
Know you must've thought a few in me
Keeping up with all the Jones, I can't
Summer day but I keep ice on my hand
Head spinnin' like a modern home ceiling fan
I just balled up my fist, I cannot feel
I think I did one, too much, many pills
Fuck
I've officially lost vision (yeah)

(Oh)
Save your tears for when you get old
'Cause niggas out there, ain't in the story you wrote
Realize who's friend and then who's foe
'Cause you got everything they want, you better keep that low
Doing all you can tryna keep your hope
But I'll be gone, before you wake
Old memories and they start to fade
You'll always get a prayer from me back home
Always get love, even when you're dead wrong
These bitches get low, but I could go lower
Vibrations is high, keep niggas on they toes
I'm getting in your head more than you may know
I'm here just breathing
Oh, yeah

I've officially lost vision
I've been sent to a mental prison
I've been forced to make some terribly bad decisions
All these voices in my head, I need an incision
I could see the sky falling, a illusion
This lil' tiny sheet of paper could change your life
It's chemically proven, it's chemically, ah

Allegedly blind

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Writer(s): Diana Gordon, Giorgia Romano, Jacob Martin Portrait, Jeremiah James Raisen, Jonathan Patrick Wimberly, Miles Parks McCollum