Flatline

By Fyre

On VIII

Released on November 11, 1999

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[Mxlplx]

My life's getting too heavy, I can't hold on much longer

I'm absolutely empty and the vacuum's getting stronger

If only God would let me get away for a few

But I'd never come back, guess I'll stay and hope the fugue

Is good enough for me to stack

The cash I need to do all I believe will relax

My mind with this fit, it makes me wanna collapse

Dealing with this shit is like beginning to attack

24/7/365

Hear somebody say "Stefan" and I wanna close my eyes

Stefan's up in Heaven, leave a message and he'll try

To get back with you before you die

All I'm asking you is for what, man, why?

I need an answer to the questions in my tore up mind, too bored to unwind

Seek and you shall find every single reason hidden deep behind

The walls they put up to make you think you were blind

I want to hook up but I don't have the time

Shook me up, vital signs flatline


[Young G]

My spirit too strong, patrolling the Earth

In this body now, rider force work

All upon turfs, smooth with the sick groove

A hustler and a scholar with nothing to prove

Clever all mess, bless nothing that I choose

Lose never, move forever

Pleasure in the treasure of the crystals that I measure

Y'all really can't fuck with this!

While you're on your way to school, I'm blazing blunts of morning mist

Scared of a rider, I can see it in your eyes

Women want control and choose men who stay in line

End of the night when the mind takes flight

You know who they think about, yeah, that's right

The young ass rider bludgeoned on the prowl

Looking for the right bitch to suck away my scalp

I know I sound foul but I'm pissed off

Much too much, got these bitches scared off

Insecure women flossing men that are soft

Hahaha!


[Swank Daddy]

Y'all steal light, y'all steal light!

What the fuck you lying for?

Uh, uh, uh!

What do I really know, besides I'll never know?

What makes this body go so damn hysterical?

What I do really know, no matter where we roll

The thing we all prepared to go will be exactly where it flows

Know here we come so there it goes, now here we are prepared to go

Back into one of the open doors we all forgot to close

Awaken on the love of rose, mouth's a left gate open like starving crows

In the heat, big smoke and departing souls

Grace the surface long enough to leave

My woes are only wonders when I puff this weed

When I open these dirty eyes, when I give and receive

It's gravy all day, in and out with the controllers to see

Split em up fore my dogs fill these places for free

On the way around, doop! Doop! Doop! Doop! Doop!

On the way around, there be sedation indeed

They tell me to keep God out of the songs I bleed

Well, nothing's keeping you, so black it out as you please

And let the Fyre roam our planet and spread as it needs