1 or 2 of my lines I've used before, but you can't help that when you freestyle. Let me know what you think.
Thoughts from the heart
See if I'm weird and if I over analyze,
Then what do other people think all the time inside their minds?
Like... are they obsessed with creating to impress
Doing amazing on a test, or just relationships and sex?
I wanna know, cause I never figure out
And if I could, then I would listen, prolly take a different route
Listen now... this thing called time doesn't exist
Our idea of having a "life" just helps us with this shit
We're just like little monads that evolved to become nomads
We both live and die in space, with a few billion years of advantages
Filter awareness, so we can transfer stimuli and handle it
Have the illusion of a timeline cuz of memories implanted within
Watch the planet spin, notice we think in stanzas, like
"I used to be a little kid, someday I will be glamorous"
We're all nomads, never find satisfaction with
The shit in front of us
"I need a date, I have a class to skip"
We all idealize and none of us can manage it
The shit I'm most excited for, I'm never quite as happy with
Like how I'm so down to lie in bed with a girl that I like
Then can't sleep, cause I'm uncomfortable as fuck all night
Damn... her arm is in the way, I'm kinda sweaty
As much as you're chill, I wish that it was morning already
And plus, the grass is always greener and I always need more
I want to be a rapper, wait nope, I'll join the Peace Corps
I want a smart and nice girl, nope a cheap whore
My thoughts get deeper and darker than the bottom of the sea floor
I need to sleep more
It's freestyle by the way
I'm fuckin talented, I'll do this for you any day
And when i'm at my happiest, I can't be led astray
Extend it and elevate until I reach heaven's gates
It's like a wedding day with that pathetic angelic phase
That's when you see that goofy ass smile all over my face
But when I'm down... homie, I CRASH
Fast, past the dirt, the earth, the flowers and grass
And lasts til my roller coaster finally reaches the earth's core
Which burns my soul, feels like nothin' could hurt more
It's literally on a whole 'nother level
Feel colder than medal
Pop a pill to see how long I can Dosey Doe with the devil
But I don't do that anymore... I cleaned my path up
I had enough, and honestly, i feel much better...
I feel clever again, I feel intelligent
And feel like when I think of shit, it actually is relevant
Cause people fight convention
But they don't like to mention
That broadening your mind puts more movement in the intersections
A job is good, so are friends in your school
You can be unique with no need to pretend to be cool
And if you stray too far from a path
You'll find yourself scratched
With 20 sticker bushes up in your ass
So pass
Me the blunt, feel the words that i spit
And never forget to always to try earn what you get
See if I'm weird and if I over analyze,
Then what do other people think all the time inside their minds?
Like... are they obsessed with creating to impress
Doing amazing on a test, or just relationships and sex?
I wanna know, cause I never figure out
And if I could, then I would listen, prolly take a different route
Listen now... this thing called time doesn't exist
Our idea of having a "life" just helps us with this shit
We're just like little monads that evolved to become nomads
We both live and die in space, with a few billion years of advantages
Filter awareness, so we can transfer stimuli and handle it
Have the illusion of a timeline cuz of memories implanted within
Watch the planet spin, notice we think in stanzas, like
"I used to be a little kid, someday I will be glamorous"
We're all nomads, never find satisfaction with
The shit in front of us
"I need a date, I have a class to skip"
We all idealize and none of us can manage it
The shit I'm most excited for, I'm never quite as happy with
Like how I'm so down to lie in bed with a girl that I like
Then can't sleep, cause I'm uncomfortable as fuck all night
Damn... her arm is in the way, I'm kinda sweaty
As much as you're chill, I wish that it was morning already
And plus, the grass is always greener and I always need more
I want to be a rapper, wait nope, I'll join the Peace Corps
I want a smart and nice girl, nope a cheap whore
My thoughts get deeper and darker than the bottom of the sea floor
I need to sleep more
It's freestyle by the way
I'm fuckin talented, I'll do this for you any day
And when i'm at my happiest, I can't be led astray
Extend it and elevate until I reach heaven's gates
It's like a wedding day with that pathetic angelic phase
That's when you see that goofy ass smile all over my face
But when I'm down... homie, I CRASH
Fast, past the dirt, the earth, the flowers and grass
And lasts til my roller coaster finally reaches the earth's core
Which burns my soul, feels like nothin' could hurt more
It's literally on a whole 'nother level
Feel colder than medal
Pop a pill to see how long I can Dosey Doe with the devil
But I don't do that anymore... I cleaned my path up
I had enough, and honestly, i feel much better...
I feel clever again, I feel intelligent
And feel like when I think of shit, it actually is relevant
Cause people fight convention
But they don't like to mention
That broadening your mind puts more movement in the intersections
A job is good, so are friends in your school
You can be unique with no need to pretend to be cool
And if you stray too far from a path
You'll find yourself scratched
With 20 sticker bushes up in your ass
So pass
Me the blunt, feel the words that i spit
And never forget to always to try earn what you get
