Verse 1

I can't grasp if this world is a delusion

I'm seeing illusions when I wake up, am I sleeping

Or did I give Morpheus the key to my reality for safe keeping

My mentality went astray for a couple hours of sensuality

A feeling of dismay

14 triple c's down with sips of courvoisier

Tip-toeing going through mama's drawers

Where the medicine stash at

It's evident my medical intelligence

Has given me some excellent elements

Injecting into my cerebellum

And leaking out my chakra, ooo that's very shocking

I've been tranced by the devil's drink

Visions of Uptown living, danced around by my demons

Yeah think about it

The image of my dead friend enhances

Victim of the four-nickel what were the chances

Seeing ghosts on old foggy bridges

Their rigid transparent bodies

Naughty sinning free-mason Illuminati

Souls clearer than Evian bottles

Hearing their chatter and clings of glasses

Thoughts scatter, demons with halos but no wings

Fingers burning from loosies burnt to the filter

Burn me back into reality but Lucy won't release

Her grip keep me tripping as I slip into 3rd dimensions

Mention a bad memory and I change trajectory

Hook

Base jumping off the edge of existence

Through dimensions man I'm persistent

To find myself

To find myself

To find myself

Woah

To find myself

To find myself

To find myself

Woah

I lost myself, in this world, alone

Verse 2

I remember having a totally different mind set

Youngin' done struggle but no fucking projects

Got older tried a few things

Disconnected from the real world to find my inner being

I'm always in class intact completely

Extracted cause things ain't done sweetly

Got a pack of addicts with tricks up they sleeves

When dealing with systematics man there's no panic

Woah, that's bad habits

Woah, you causing havoc

Man I've done damage

I'mma be in hell for a whole fucking minute

So split the rent and check my attendance

Yeah I'mma bring baggage, carry it to my casket

Life line of the school

Rule rebel, brain cell burning devil

Goofy ass class bong passing maniac

Harassing the last of these mediocre egomaniacs choking at the mic

Choking at the mic