Existential Addiction - Spitty

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