It was all a dream, I swear it never happened
I wrote like Edgar Allan
I was po' like Edgar Allan
Let me hit the weed
You know I really need that
Missin' screws, bendin' rules like kneecaps
I don't even know what's real
I'm just being real makin' moves
You just another human being being still
Play the fool
You jealous dudes are just a plate of food
Tell the truth, I'm the coldest cat
Sabertooth
Blaze the booth, blaze the Buddha
This ain't hookah
You hit this shit a few times
You might see the future
Ask my nigga Blocka
We be rollin' up that Blanka just retire
If I light this fire I
Might blow your block up

Enjoy your mind trip
But don't trip on your mind
No man is safe from the war goin' on outside
That's right
You ever been conscious in a coma?
Please don't tell my momma
This ain't marijuana
I might be trippin' off that DMT
TDE, limitless like we on NZT
I made my dreams reality, so to speak
Or so they say, I could still be asleep

The black sheep runnin' with
A pack of wolves diamond in the rough
Tell Brock I need a pack of Woods
Two white cups full of codeine
Plus I got two white sluts down to blow me
Can't you see I'm floating like
Root beer and ice cream?
My synapses act like lightning
Probably why I'm so enlightenin'
Probably why these niggas can't fuck with me
I'm lookin' like
"Who the fuck invited them?"
They failed in testin'
Like what's inside of them
Soulo, Soulo say it like you mean it
My demeanor is the meanest
I'm gettin' meaner by the minute
Its mine, I spend it my mind is spinnin'
Your time is tickin', the sky's the limit
We in a space where matter don't matter
Just spirit molecules and geometric patterns
Shitted in a crater last time I sat on Saturn
Got a letter from Andromeda
They tryna shrine my bladder

Enjoy your mind trip
But don't trip on your mind
No man is safe from the war goin' on outside
That's right
You ever been conscious in a coma?
Please don't tell my momma
This ain't marijuana
I might be trippin' off that DMT
TDE, limitless, like we on NZT
I made my dreams reality, so to speak
Or so they say, I could still be asleep

I'm in a whole nother realm, go to hell
Last nigga tried to scratch the
Surface broke a nail
Last nigga tried to cross
The line got crucified
We overseas, back-to back, never wore Chanel
The new nucleus never sittin' in a cell
Genius idiot, best description of myself
I'm in a fuckin' lab coat
Rhymin' as high as shit
When I die, donate my organs to science
Bitch!

You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes
But you can never see I's
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes
But you can never see I's
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes
But you can never see I's

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Donte Perkins, Herbert Stevens