Illusion of Thought

I'm surfing in the liquids of existence Trying to pull my hands off my wrist again Getting myself a Salvia voice Stick figure pull down my walls, I'll rejoice The craziness of existence gets to me I don't remember shit from fucking history I don't remember shit from fucking last week I'm floating in the ocean where nobody speaks Trapped in the motions, sticking up potions Pirating emotions, make me go, "Oh, shit" Feel me with the old shit Back on black emotion Never show my potency Leave me up a fucking weathered tree Chop it like choppa me I might live forever as this fucking soul release