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Oblivion
- Feelin' over encumbered by the number of thoughts,
- No wonder I'm not sober, look how blunted I got,
- Under the influence and fluently flowin musically,
- Used to be so innocent now momma know she losin' me,
- Too many emotions got me tokin' till I'm toasted,
- Drinkin' till I'm wasted, and eatin' till I'm bloated,
- Gluttony is nothin we, do it on the daily and,
- If you don't commit the seven deadly you an alien,
- This is how it is in the age of technology,
- People take their grudges to the grave, no apology,
- That's why I bought a G to blaze and forget it all,
- That's why I try to get so high that I'll never fall,
- But it always turns out the same way,
- I get high and burn out the same day,
- All for a glimpse of a better state of mind,
- When I could better my life... instead of wastin time.
- A million little thoughts lost in oblivion
- Ghetto Plato, get up late, a worthless sub simian
- Leak off the system, wave a check, I still need help
- Greek philosophers knew jack before we went to hell
- Am I not like them, doing nothing, rhyming away
- Hell, Greeks played sports wearin' nothin', that's cray
- Free bucket of chicken delivered right to my door
- Mama still bitchin, white bitch get off the porch
- Food stamps, dairy cramps, crack festering brain
- Eventually you come to find it's drivin you insane
- Potentially delirious, shoulder devil's got a name
- No emptying of ideas all the same, can't match up with ambition
- This weed tell me to sit, robbed of intuition
- Bitchin’ up a storm, I can feel the haze is gone
- Maybe I gotta confront who the fuck I did wrong
- How long has it been since I last picked up the bong?
- (talk) Nigga, if you wasn’t born would you be another you?
- Is consciousness a thing of the past or present truth?
- Why does the world not project back or answer?
- Time demands a reward, and so does DaMazza
- Ooh, nigga, what’s that? That’s some new shit, ohhhhh….
- Well my weed ain’t dirt nigga, but the speed gonna hurt
- With a needle in your arm, you take a turn for the worst
- More than my bitch’s mood ring, look at the scab change colors
- You jab you know it sting but fate’s for you to discover
- It just might be too late, so mother help me, I’m melting I think
- Cold turkey is the only way, lead to vomit, now you done it
- So thirsty for the dope, tie me down with rope to the tracks
- But the train’s coming, what was that? My brain’s running
- Wild busting against the tile, sustenance is out of style
- Flashbacks and memories are all I see now, I'm senile
- A revelation spawned rays of light, but I gotta admit
- I went too far out of sight, now no thought will fit
- A million little thoughts and me lost to oblivion
- Ghetto Plato, get up late, a worthless sub simian
- Leak off the system, wave a check, I still need help
- Greek philosophers knew jack before we went to hell
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