Can't even hold myself together
Feels like forever that I'm gonna be a different weather
May's weather's giving me an uppercut to my face
Outta place, outta mind, getting high into space
Dreaming vivid visions through my spacial resurrection
Astral projection, soon I'll be the Rex, and
Still panicking, I know I'm ill, that again
The vatican ain't helping, I'm dwelling and I'm sad again
Screw this stupid relapse, hate it all the weed's whack
And yet I'm still addicted, I'm drinking pitchers to be
Desaturated, but the mind is fragrant
Get back into shape if I'm aiming a way to make it
Pop another oxycodone
Sipping on some codeine, oxymoron blow dro
Sicker than the sickest, I'm wicked, but I'm a bozo
My favorite color's pink, no h*mo
Y'all feel that, feel that?
Swear I'm boutta pop another pill so I could feel that
Icky sicky feeling, no Vicky, but I'mma k** them
Meek Mill 'em, beasting em, this feeling's familiar
Getting all my ego back
But is it really worth it? You're like "he's so bad
Rhyming random syllables, obliterate my cochlea"
That's the effects of insomnia