Laozi Fluke - Lucid Illusions lyrics

Allow me to deliver this living epiphany An audible stimulant to give ya visual imagery Dripping spit, slipping in the grip of infinity Tripping and kicking a rhythm with driven tranquility In the blink of an eye you catch a glimpse of ya dying Divine living, trying to find a line to describe it Climbing the climax but the climate was inclement Yet the rain through my iris reminded of diamonds twinkling Dance in the puddles, cancel my troubles today Cuff up my pants and prance in the mud anyway Answer the puzzles to play with the solutions The amusement's got my hold on what's lucid Confused with illusions I remove intrusions; Proof the pudding ain't prophetical My medical request is for that incredible vegetable I'm ahead of myself bruh In a sea of nodding dolls Who agree to kamikaze calls I shake my noggin, mocking yall The free fall recalled of skydivers doing pirouettes The decline made me realize Why I'm not losing my spirit yet I been tryna stay balanced but I can't Calloused on my hands Feel like a Daoist Pack the chalice with a gram I smoke less now, still more than most I get stressed out, but they ignore the host I had to drop the riddle sh** So I could be more literate and literal When I tell these people what I really meant: I need moderation, I need God or Satan I need three solid meals and a conversation I need to calm my brain, but I been contemplating Got my chin in my palm, looking constipated At a loss of statements I would explain what's got me off my rocker But this sh**s just too complicated So I'm caught in the space where my cranium curves Creating a verse with the brainiest words Yeah they say it's absurd How Im blazing the herb And I act like a rapper but I'm mainly a nerd Yall graze on withya herd Imma aim for the birds Faded I'm gone, just like a rocket from earth Yall caught in the dirt Got the dust in your genes Busting the seams to make us trust in ya schemes Like some demons flicking matches I'm a Phoenix in the ashes Finna rise in a minute See the scene from higher access I stay pretty low, I got a mellow brain I'm Van Gogh and these poems are my yellow paint I like the taste of snow, I love the smell of rain I hold the whole f**ing globe and still develop pain I stay pretty low I got a mellow brain I'm Van Gogh and these poems are my yellow paint -Laozi