Wim Hof Method

On his superstar shit Flying on a starship Closes as he's off grip DMT awashed him He know he cannot swim But he feels like Mark Spitz Higher than a Martian With his prefrontal cortex Doing how Wim Hof did slowly learning bout him WHM adopts it Breathing deeply feeling energy it swirls around him Starting to love his process On his superstar shit Holds it down in Brockton Plays his music off rip Goes to places off grid Every day I'm in Say a prayer amen Every day I sin Every day I think Gotta stay high end Gotta stay high q With my IQ My life haiku The tide's high to I like bright moons My eye's nice view The vibe's nice mood Divided by who Alliance I choose I like bright hues The vibe's my muse Aligns my truth I'm ripe I got juice With spice in my food And ice in my booze No whites in my blues No lights in my room I write to my mood I write till I move Playing my part Channeling music that's straight from the heart Sunday and Monday's I have my day off Taking out Rambo my brother's new dog Every new day I feel less in the dark Every new day I'm more ready to spark Jamie Zarella gave me a new car I want to give back with all that I've got Cameron committed so I am committed I'm never gon' quit it I'm very much with it My bro got the torch I was there when he lit it he look like a pilot with all that equipment I know that he driven put so much time in it we made a decision to see out the vision In any division and zero division the money gon' mimic the work we deliver, gang On his superstar shit Flying on a starship Closes as he's off grip DMT awashed him