Righteous Minds

I think it's time for a freestyle So I don't have to write lyrics But I don't freestyle too much because I can't even here it in myself Feel me wealth I put it back on the shelf It can't be me, I can't be thee Or could I be I feel the aliens through me What's an alien Just something in the other dimension of reality Something we don't know about I'm sick of UFO's, I'm sick of 3D shit, I'm sick of all of it I don't really give a f*ck about a flying disc in the sky I'm trying to reach through a door and pull out that guy Holding his woman Is that me and her I don't know but I saw it in the patina like it was snow in the static of a television Trippin' balls, getting hella visions So, I don't even wanna go but I know I could, so, f*ck Nah, you know what Nah, let's go I don't know what I put in the show I want drugs to take me more up there where I go To get low and get high at the same time Nothing makes sense in your mind That's reality, give it for a ride Lose it all you can Stop making sense Everything's a plan Or is it, I don't know I just know my own life is a show Like a TV set for an alien bet in the sky Watching down as a cry Laughing at my signals Playing with my head hole I don't know where to go Stuck on this planet Don't wanna stand it But I am good I found my own hood I keep with the close I feel it the most Time to go Have a good show Believe in yourself Believe in what's helpful I know it's okay We'll all find a way Like I said, meditate Find the angels your own way To me, an angel's an alien and an alien's an angel To me, the Salvia gods are but an angle Showing us something that you disguise as a dream I guess they had nothing for you to see