Dom McLennon - Sky Ferriera Is Not Addicted To Heroin lyrics

Prod. Romil & Dom McLennon ////SKYFERRIERAISNOTADDICTEDTOHEROIN//// [DOM MCLENNON] I look at clocks while I'm dreaming and feel illiterate, tripped into a lucid state; now I'm hitting barbiturates. Crip walking on cloud 9, aware and ignorant. Misfit of the genesis with emphasis, Demolishing pretentiousness Copped a holy grail from the app store Sipping enthenogens out of the cup of Jesus then Rolling with the cleanest kin Expressing these dreams within So tell me what you're reading in(?)to [KEVIN ABSTRACT] Reading the fader mag I'm glad that I'm not in yet I'm not finished yet I think that XXL post had some n***as geekin Frequently I'm seeing my n***as who live far away I travel a lot I'm 17 and I don't babble a lot Unless it's on social media, awkward disease I was gifted with sh**, if you consider it that Pale b**hes or you know, African Black Only way that I like em Writing gems down Chilling outside of Sky's house With who is now my ken wow, weird sh** I'm cool though, black kids at school starting to f** with me They think I'm getting money Really I'm just spending money Personally broke as f** but in the 90s my ma lucked out f**, the american dream right? Smell like a teen right Top down screaming out wait til I get my cream right Let that sh** breathe, you think you k**ing me? Don't view you as an enemy My aspirations getting bigger Sister slippin evil liquor in her liver Label thrown on me n***a, n***a, n***a Remove the power from the words dawg, that's what my idols say Momma tell me to remember what the bible say But honestly my life is turning to a tidal wave I'm losing my place reading this page They say pace, pace, pace boy it's all about pacing It's all about making All about creating Weekends spent in basements Slaving over a mothaf**ing statement to the world Middle finger to the burbs Too much judgement going on round here So Imma pack my bags and chase a dream for yr Doing whatever it takes to get my point across clear And clearly this the sh** y'all ain't tryna hear [DOM MCLENNON] Back with the regularly scheduled bullsh**! Blasting off a ray gun with a full clip And aiming it at sky Hoping to shoot the moon Metaphors for moments where I jumped too soon Or too late It's too great Time is relative when your lobes inside your skull are split in separate dimensions and you're still connecting all the dots. Don't worry if you don't follow I get that sh** a lot Pulling til my fingers hot, my totem is off it's top! Wonder what would happen if I shot a cop by accident and if the reaction would be the same if opposite. Contemplating with all of my conglomerate, I say that a lot But did you hear the first verse? Yah, We make that a lot Blazed off a couple of cash crops But really tho Got my feet on the edge of the flat world and feeling like Columbus Let me go explore and I can run this Pupils gone from all this fungus Represent for those among us who reside on the outskirts of elsewhere TRADE OFF: KA: Kick in the door with the gun wavin; I'm playin baby thats a piece of my imagination DM: My world's more American McGee than Disney; middle finger to the coppers screaming coming and get me Bumping Nas so I can blaze a 50 KA: My n***a bumpin nas we on that old Wayne sh** bumpin a milli DM: f**in silly to think but at the end of the day I probably would grow more in my afterlife than you would breathing what is the reason I can't believe this......[trails off]