[Verse 1: sy]
Complicated, my personality's the barrier
Can't be translated, vulnerabilites feels, "neither"
So it's distortion like Idris Khan, crashed-in craters
Attached wit' misfortune upon, thrashed and alienated
Space Invaders, in shootin' of my paranoia'
The first of copin' mechanisms for mirrors and ganja'
But strain-dilators ain't keep me down, on sequoia'
Jus' taught me to be avoidant and drown in, "bon voyage"
And I frown, as this is not what I'd need, where's my joyous?
But, I get recommended comparisons, I'd bleed; so much for media'
Hard to be social, if yourself is the troublesome' (Mhm)
We'd only meet in 'locals, and we ain't tight like cornrows
So hеre I go: that isn't a relationship, but jus' benеfits
You're jus' a placebo' and I'm not with, right? I'd rather rock alone
Pure mornings seems repetitive, reachin' to a nemesis'
Obscure borings leads to experiences, far from bein' genesis' (Uh)
RCT in my tea, questionin' on where I'll jus' be
From the DID, half of a piece and half for my peace'
Spiritually, I've been sectionin' bad energy, to feed my enemy
As that's hidin' within me, and I've frankly tossed the key'
[Chorus: sy & Chico]
Sequoia' for the time, as it's out of minds
Kumbaya' ain't in lines
The fuck is in mines if I can't identify the, "I"
Right?
Who knows
[Verse 2: sy]
No responses given, but I'm seein' from a distance
That shit's been different, and seemin' like I'm persistance
In somethin' that's no longer existant, that's a deliverance
Of such resilence, but praises are myth or my brain's mist- (Mhm)
Now, drips like Voss but that richness is tossed
As I've been sick and tossed, ain't they lost in the sauce?
Chasin' materialism with many hazings of distractions, brought
Even the cleanest money will not define my cost'
Still, I've been the boss, the 'Bapuman you've never thought
As you ain't had hope for a middle-child in yo' heart (Uh)
The glister and floss, the Killa' Cam with the Suki's hot-pink
So, you gotta' move bitch, feelin' like Ludacris'
Though, my mind's been a flick, and jus' quite unhinged
The shallow's now thick, hows' the emotional-bottle-binge
In returns of followin' Hollow, do need a Rukia to snap me out of it
As this is weak for a busy week, you ain't masculine (Uhm)
May-day, I've been hit wit' truths that was once in dustbins
The return of thoughts that ain't easy to dismiss
But chase-hays, the Authur Morgan is 'up by the mornin' sun
Jus' burn them in my pockets, in exchange of the drinks (Right)
[Chorus: sy & Chico]
Sequoia' for the time, as it's out of minds
Kumbaya' ain't in lines
The fuck is in mines if I can't identify the, "I"
Right?
Who knows