Incwell - My Condition lyrics

Well I just dropped in, now you're seeing sounds like I just popped ten, tablets of acid, traveling, the best trip you've imagined, cause this the Jefferson Starship you wanna crash in, real tough, fedora teal chucks, trying to make it out the struggle but I'm still stuck, still hurting some scars never heal up, well here's another shot of whiskey and a pilsner, fear not, psychedelic theme or two, straight edges you'll might need some breathing room, the demons loose good God sweet Vermouth, Whiskey back pocket gang youngin better read the proof, they told me sky's he limit till we reached the moon, the same ones that said I'm finished after leaving school, so unlatch the drum-patch with dumb raps, and oh if you ain't heard Peter Griffins got a mustache Inside the lines, outside the box, under my rap sheets around the clock, it's the flower child flow few hippies this fly without a ticket to the carnival show to d*ick ride, so I got it sewn tight like a zip tie, put your money up come on it's this guy, I don't puff puff pa** I pa** pa** puff, since I hit Tro's binger had my a** mashed up, the gla** ain't half full, I see a half cup, like I ain't drinking jack if it ain't Jack what, like I'm bottoming out, I'm just bottoming up, drinking the last drop from the empty bottle I crushed, who thinks they're bad go a head raise your hand, turn my mic up, go ahead fade the band, with k**er flows that will peel your whole head back, steadfast em all till they leaving in a medevac, you better ask