Ego Death

The suspension got me high My brain was always fried The suspension got me high My brain was always fried The talcum powder help When you rub raw from the side (Yeah) (Ay, ya boi's back) (L0rd B00my) (New mic, new attitude) (Wassup!) Big comfy couch Yeah I'm a fucking clown Acid in my mouth Got that trippy hippie clout I got yo bitch mouth open like a fuckin trout Don't you even doubt The saddest and the slickest clown about Home-body but I still get it out Weed in the west, and acid in the south Day after day, I'm buying bottles off the shelf Just so I can keep these demons fucking drowned Maybe it ain't bad Being this fucking sad I keep it in my past Yeah, I blame it on my dad It's not a big deal when you think about it He left Now he's missing out on me When on acid please don't dread My life is sure to end Duality trancends Fractal patterns in my head Hold up, I feel like I had a seizure (W-wait, hold on. Am I dead?)