Low Vibes

Stayed up for hours on end and bought a one way ticket to insanity...

Seemed like the night air is the only thing that keeps me away from friends and family...

Odd it may seem, but the dark canvas out my window possesses this sense of serenity...

And when I'm alone, it's just me, myself, and I, the Holy Trinity...

Tragic remedy it might seem, but it's the only time when I truly feel like a king...

Dawned with this strong sense of power for only a couple of hours...

Some of the deepest, darkest thoughts you'd be surprised happen during midnight showers...

Getting off the couch with the late night munchies...

Then right back to the room for brainstorming, no room for judging...

The way I write and draw is in a way to portray these feelings...

The same person who judges me is the same person who plays Call Of Duty, just for killing...

The emotions come out with perfection as the lyrics spill on to the page...

Even on the days that I stayed up til' 5, this burning feeling almost never seems to change...

 

This is that low vibe...

Take a trip, it's a slow ride...

The only time I can take the bullshit and kick it to the curbside...

Almost as if prophesized, the type of shit that leaves you dazed and traumatized...

Want to burn it all way by the fireside...

 

Break it off of my mental, the only thing that understands is the paper...

Resonating through the walls of my temple, I burn the foundation in with the laser...

Awoken in a time period where I only feel reborn from the Lazarus pit...

Pretty cynical ain't it? That's how it feels, evil and mysterious...

Cause when these waves of emotions hit you, they tend to leave you delirious...

Flushed it out until my stomach was only emptiness...

A penny for your thoughts. No not that, this bar wasn't made for you...

This was made for any person feeling helpless at the time of need when the had multiple people to cater to...

For the person reading this and going through a cycle of deja vu...

Don't let the door close on yourself because you're scared that you won't make it too...

This is my time, my primetime, when the kettle pot just gets to whistling...

Cause when you wake up in the morning, you'll realize that it isn't a perfect world if your pain can't give you strength again...

 

This is that low vibe...

Take a trip, it's a slow ride...

The only time I can take the bullshit and kick it to the curbside...

Almost as if prophesized, the type of shit that leaves you dazed and traumatized...

Want to burn it all way by the fireside...

 

Trezzy...