Pre-Chorus:
Stale smoke filled room
That's my signature
Submerse to my void
Proof that I was there
Off beat monologue
Speaking literature
Can they see through the fog?
Can’t make out their stares
Blank face, blank thoughts
Clean slate, dirty walls
Spinning records, see them scratches
Poppin makes assault
Super audible
But not enough to take it off
I'm burning out
Calling for help
The story of how I fell off
Chorus:
Cigarettes sleeping at your door step
Burnt out, overused, they your daily meds
Pick ‘em up, throw ‘em out, live with no regret
Push ‘em over the edge, bullet in your head
The essence of indica, we represent
Fluerecents, are in the blood, we feeling dead
Some pleasance, some reverence, no presence, depressin
You pushing my buttons, there ain't no kicking back
Pre-Chorus:
Stale smoke filled room
That’s my signature
Submerse to my void
Proof that I was there
Off beat monologue
Speaking literature
Can they see through the fog?
Can't make out their stares
Blank face, blank thoughts
Clean slate, dirty walls
Spinning records, see them scratches
Poppin makes assault
Super audible
But not enough to take it off
I'm burning out
Calling for help
The story of how I fell off
Verse 1:
Bitch I been stressed
Giving out my energy, leaving no time for rest
Overworked been overrated
Overworn, not innovative
Overlooked, I'm overstayin'
Overcoming all the hate
Eliminating all the fakes i'm
Underway not on the way
Underground, is where I'm buried
Seen the hollow levitating
I'm overboard, only left the captain
The contents of my ashtray
An interesting collection, oh
Stale smoke filled-
Are you with me?
Auditory stimulation, you ain’t really listening
This ain’t asmr live, bringing you serenity
I'm serving on a platter everything that’s eating at me, y'all don't give no fucks
I'm bubbly, I’m perfect
The reflection on the surface
Brand new texting got you nervous
Not the only one that heard this
Glad to give you relief, but
I'm the only one to understand where I'm coming from and that I'm hurting
Chorus:
Cigarettes sleeping at your door step
Burnt out, overused, they your daily meds
Pick ‘em up, throw ‘em out, live with no regret
Push ‘em over the edge, bullet in your head
The essence of indica, we represent
Fluerecents, are in the blood, we feeling dead
Some pleasance, some reverence, no presence, depressin
You pushing my buttons, there ain't no kicking back
Verse 2:
Feeling like I never had a life
Feeling like I lived in hindsight
Feeling like my choice never mattered
Only option, eat it up and then be everybody's vice
And it's got me mad
Waiting for the act, intermissions kinda whack
Cleaning up your act, shouldn't bare weight on my back
Stressing over everybody problem but I still don't have the time to give a stress about mine
Feeling like I never had a life (I'm burning out)
Feeling like I'm in everyone's hindsight (I'm burning out)
Feeling like an angel (I'm burning out) (feeling like an angel)
Feeling like I do for you. (I'm burning out)
This is what I did for you
Chorus:
Cigarettes sleeping at your door step
Burnt out, overused, they your daily meds
Pick ‘em up, throw ‘em out, live with no regret
Push ‘em over the edge, bullet in your head
The essence of indica, we represent
Fluerecents, are in the blood, we feeling dead
Some pleasance, some reverence, no presence, depressin
You pushing my buttons, there ain't no kicking back
Pre-Chorus:
Stale smoke filled room
That's my signature
Submerse to my void
Proof that I was there
Off beat monologue
Speaking literature
Can they see through the fog?
Can't make out their stares
Blank face, blank thoughts
Clean slate, dirty walls
Spinning records, see them scratches
Poppin makes assault
Super audible
But not enough to take it off
I'm burning out
Calling for help
The story of how I fell off
