The Rite

Eyes wide shut
Blame it on my blunt
I think I'm a junk-. Been hanging on for months
Eyes wide shut
Blame it on the rite
The dark brings the light, where I find my paradise

Just let go
I swear you won't regret it though

Just let go
Find your soul and let it glow

Yeah

Roll a smoke, take a toke, blow it to the stars
Stuck up in between where I am and who we are
And what we are
Or rather where we from
Fuck the comparisons, we all planted on this planet
Take advantage, son
Before we vanish, son
My mind needs the motherfucking bandage
From the damage, damage
That these god damn bandits done
Taking pieces of my soul as they hand me, son
Dead presis, what the fuck
I can't stand it, son
I've binnagod
Paper can't define where I'm standing from
Out in Cali. Hollywood
A bunch of strange faces
Looking for the love
Fuck, I need to trade places
But if you got a heart of gold, we can build
We can chill
Sip the 40 cold
Roll a blunt
Dump a pill
Life is so surreal
Nowadays it seems the only way for me to feel
Close to home
I'd rather roam alone
G-O-D DNA
Alien chromosomes
My skin is black
But that shit it wack
Binnagod is universal
We ain't into that
So fuck the bullshit
We turn it down and send it back
And you can bet yo last Dollar baby that's a fact
Open your mind and let your soul blow to the max
Where the lovers at?