The Blanks - Abstract lyrics

Ninety Four Blanks (verse) Mind trippy abstract Ash that then pa** that Hash sack built to blow off ya snapback Flashback To reality Floatin f** gravity Anoter fatality Actually I been dead For about 4 years I doubt more tears Will appear from these fears I stand alone with no pears You fearing that end is near Im prayin that the end is here Cause everynight I lay restless I got a dutch ill flex this Reclkless I dont think you know what respect is Check this I been a threat But I dont think they get it yet Reserect Dont disrespect Or interject the intelect Its pricless Livin lifeless In this crisis The nicest Rollin up the most potent spices Just to keep me rational Work my mind tactical Actual Factual Livin so casual f** that anxiety Get a dutch at jets variety I am swear I am to high to see the people waving hi to me Or bye to me Im too zoned Feelin like the sky is my new home And theres no traffic in the airway They say to fight the fair way But I ain't livin their way Walkin up this stairway So open up the gates Take a hit of the L just to see how it tastes Kinda like some sour grapes Can't pull me down man im too high New guy I see you tellin more then a few lies Those blue eyes Contradict my thoughts like true lies You flew by No hesitation f**in up my respiration Now your under investigation Finna find out what life means While rollin up this light green I see heavens light beams I hope I have the right skeems I said I hope I have the right skeems Cause I need to take that leap Which is why I fear sleep Cause countin guap doesnt come from countin sheep Im in too deep Down this creek without a paddle So I battle to rattle theres minds without a snake As I shadow these cattle eatin good ill have steak As I make lectures Watch me brake records This sh** takes effort So dont act like im not workin Where im goin? im not certain Drivin by the cop swervin Observin life as a person Who never really had much sh** that piss me off? When I get a bad dutch Ill still sk** cause I be rollin like tire Fill it up fire Labeld as a pyromaniac Pinky & the brain Obviiously I am the braniac This worlds under takover I know you smell that bake oder Ain't sober Im cheeifin keef Its funny how im dreamin I dont even sleep Its funny how im dreamin I dont even sleep (x3) You are now listening to 94 get your mother f**in ears ready