fish bowl

I don't think you'll kill my high Floating like water in the sky Staring at the planes passing by Baby I could see a new life Tears falling from our eyes Do you think you're ready to die? Time is just life passing by To a fish in a bowl or you and I Bliss On her fingertips On her bottom lip Some euphoric shit Ain't no cloudy piss And the mood is fit for some mystical shit The way that I sit, The way way that I swim Making me breathe and take it all in Sweat, breasts Got real shit to get off my chest But closing my lips is what I do best Escape from my head for a moment I'm lucid It's bliss On her fingertips On her bottom lip