All Signs Point To Self - Destruction

Fungal shroom trip
Man this eighth, it was a jip
Wasn't tryna smoke no skimp
Might just have to skimp his life

We cyph to reach the afterlife
But sometimes it's not fast enough

What do I do
I take the goo
And mix it with the adderall

My generation has to numb itself
Think about it dickhead
While I go and I numb myself

You da feds

Maybe I’m just paranoid

You ain't no fucking match
Never catch the blunt pass
Iconoclastic burning churches
Spitting acid for verses
It conjure from my chest like magic
Thought you had it man thats tragic

All my life I've been a problem

Get hooked and cop some shit
Behind self imposed bars
Off the bars

Smoking lunch money
Nose runny
Ketamine

Concrete caught my crimson
Saw through all the lies
Just to catch his smile

Tragic lack of dopamine