Dpat - Exhale The Bullsh** lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm so addicted to these harsh hits, son of a gun I'm blowing the bullet to you narcissistic f**s and Martians Stop this, lucid Lucy got me viewing Buddha "But is it really Buddha," I ask, don't know the future Medulla oblongata destroyed by Louis and Prada I'm honestly thinking bout a life-changing pavement, there's nada Simply asking for the weed leaves to please cease And breathing trees ain't me, I'm tryna succeed, believe me Spiral down my spinal, feeling suicidal All my vitals feeling idle, it's a cycle, feeling frightful Might go up to where Michael went Or perhaps some time before that, I might commit And I'm just sitting, thinking bout everything that's going wrong I'm a pawn in this life game, off of methadone Strung and confused, that's why I'm viewing the blues But I've reduced my juice amount, got some more things to remove I abused and misused and infused all these strains With some (psy-psy-psy-psy) psychedelics, screwing up my brain I thought it was all arcane, never thought I'd go insane Containing all these inhumane chains, cuz I hydroplaned Viewing everything in sepia, paraplegia Seems like it's infecting me, I suffer from utter media Brainstorm haze causes X's in my mind Astral projection with some camouflaged signs Trying to be divine, but always I undermine I'm trying to be defined, but why am I not inclined? Climbing up to the highest point possible But then I slip and fall, then it all seems impossible [Verse 2] Inhale the goodness, exhale the bullsh** Soon I will be pure, not crooked or bent, no forfeit Trapped within imaginary walls, it feels like it's all dust You marred us, feeling this way since the middle of August It's been getting hard to write these words on the loose leaf The Lucy and the blue dream have made me become absurd I've always been getting too hurt and succumbing to ashes and dearth Lack of the plasma and all the matter had me set to burst Blasphemy in my raps, Ameen; alchemy k**ed my sanity I'm bout to be a tragedy, still tryna be the new majesty My strategy is flawed, my sanity is gone I'm so wrong, but look up to God; the definition of rapping this song Hitting the bong, I'm feeling the vibe; dank too strong, I'm getting too high I don't know why I think I'm so fly, all of these spiders are making me die And I think I'mma cry til I get a new rise, or maybe I'll fight til it's over Need a new clover preferably kosher; for now I'll stay covert I am no poser I'm riding the wave of life; up and down this coaster ride I don't take pride in widening my eyes, deny the lies that come to my face I'm out of place, no I don't know why I suffer this hate Gracious hatred hitting me hard; alarmed, but snoozing the pace Honestly I swear to He I will not breathe more trees, secede the deed Gonna be free to be myself, positives outweigh the sheath Me, myself, and I; for now I'll just stay dormant Hearing the organ play near my fortress, path is split into portions I left orbit, now I'm in the sky and I'm way up here Soon I'll be crashing down, surrounded by my fears Climbing up to the highest point possible But then I slip and fall, then it all seems impossible