Delir1umBreak

This shit feel like vinyl scratch Shit feel like Shit feel like addict scratching right in the crease of arms Decree of god Living til we cant no more Just like my drugs I take em til I feel no more Til im no longer estranged by all Wey/way/wait dont be antiquated Modern ways to cope Proportional, Chemically demonstrated, The doctors dig it! Dont misinterpret the confidence, Boi Im scared of life Substance shit might just be that tit for tat S'long as I dont know, Its cool with me, Made it this long without a health degree, I cannot be that damaged God made me this way 0 fucks to give Unless you a literal babe, My words they might feel like some literal blades Metaphorical jigsaw baby, In the metaphysical plane. Or how the normies call it Psilocybin delirium break It depend on your eyes And your metric for g- Idk what you like, Wholeheartedly f*ck your rhetoric too. Oh how the spin worlds a billion races, If the world spun hard enough, we might start with counting our blessings, Petty human shit, If you aint born here then its f*ck your heritage And f*ck your god too Thats what yall say, And thats on me Everybody who blood origin Come from the chi, of the precedent without precedent, the seedless flower Is fit for king, In this life its me, Anima in vita Thats what naami is, Devotee, At the service of the local living dead Artiste And whatever you call it, But for all purpose and service You can call me Yahweh Naami A a a Thats blasphemy We too real in here after living behind mirrors Society wants me dead inside the Ground