[Verse 1: Choirboy]
Just wanna escape to a place where were all straight ain't hate ain't no cancer
New fans lets flow to Atlanta where theres no cops, no opps ain't no handguns
Where Mom and Pops finally meet her grandson
Got bands stocks no plans for the ransom
Ain't gotta really talk much when ya look at my face you already know the answer
Family Over Everything thats what the FOE fo'
Hit a piece of heaven in the places that it don't go
Don't know wouldn't understand it if you don't though
Bitch I got eviction we can kick it in the dojo
Chickens in the coupe we can whip it in the 4-door
Sippin' if you sippin' ain't tripping if you smoke dro
(?)
Missing like the do-do
Slides up and down got me spinning like a yo-yo
Ahh..take a minute
Take a breathe
Pray the lord my soul to keep and I thank him cause I'm blessed
Still a mess yeah
Yes its on to the next
Swear the wicked get no rest if I don't answer probably less

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ouija]
Theres a place you can go where the sun has no passion the moon stay on (?)
Where the darkness is gold and real energy shows so we know if you with it
You must jump from your flesh from the comfort of death and a body still living (I'm on my way)
Just let go of yourself when you notice yourself then your spirit has risen
As I look at my body my soul is a giant escaping a midget
While trapped in a physical image I paint and I (?) surrounded by those who don't get it
(you fuckas don't get it)
These losers want money I wouldn't advise without slaving to get it
With courage and faiths of the limit we'll soon become hideous memories slipping I'm headed there now
With a bar and a blunt and some drank and this ouija board eye as my compass
(eye as my compass)
Just set dark on those drowning in light and too blinded to see they are loveless
Try closing your eyes no in tune with your eyelids the canvas is luscious
We make corpses from bustas and no one can touch us you travel amongst us
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Zehtroid VZN]

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