Lucid - Hypnotic lyrics

Chorus Hypnotic when i step, smell the chronic on my breath Gin and tonic in the cup, plus a blunt to the head, I said Hypnotic when I step, smell the chronic on my breath Don’t give a fu*k, I'm young So finger up to the rest Verse A product of my environment, on the climb To find the heights of enlightenment, but sharing the shines of ultraviolet lights Violent fist fights inside the lions den, my mind decipher the violations As I sit in silence, and battle the inner me, my shadows my only enemy Besides the dark energy, supposedly tempting me They’ll get nothing with contingency when you lack courage And yes, I'm mal nourished, force feed by foul purists, who don’t know my shine until my ground flourish What sounds worse is, is that most of yall are yellow belly You got nothing to tell me I know I'm no talbi kweli, kwest or no machielvelli I'm steadily, making my way til I'm breaking the levy Get heavy like big, I'm a live til I'm fu*kin’ ready To die so deadly, til then I load up my chevy And already, getting my heading toward deathrow, so let’s go Rhyming like I'm 96 esco, with echoes reflectin back and forth from the ghetto like I was retro Yeah we resurrecting the seventies with everything from drugs to longevity, until the young death of me Chorus Hypnotic when i step, smell the chronic on my breath Gin and tonic in the cup, plus a blunt to the head I'm hypnotic when I step, smell the chronic on my breath Don’t give a fu*k, I'm young, so finger up to the rest Verse 2: Lost in this hypnosis, everybody knows this hypothesis Got me feeling monstrous, on top of this town While you lay on grounds anonymous, I'm dominant You just an occupant in the wreckage Expanding my consciousness through psychedelica Accomplishing all of goals, while I indulge in this hell hole Trying to revolt myself, and pole vault my sales To the top of the shelves though Til then ill sell dro and get bent like elbows But I'm in the cycle and I'm so close to spinning it Hoping to be the most viral kid in the syndicate Ill be the vindicate, you can aim the blame at me You know I'm innocent, got no red palms I know my future like I read palms, but I'm dead wrong Head gone like the horseman, forces out this world Of course they seem gorgeous, but the portrait is double sided I know our minds just see fortune, and fame So open up that third eyelid and you’ll see the whole frame No restricitons, just listen to your gut instinct While the pen inks blood sweat and tears until I'm empty Its tempting to give up, the only thing ill give up Is a middle finger and a dutch, I don’t give a fu*k Chorus Hypnotic when i step, smell the chronic on my breath Gin and tonic in the cup, plus a blunt to the head, I said Hypnotic when I step, smell the chronic on my breath Don’t give a fu*k, I'm young So finger up to the rest