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