[Verse]

I been overwhelmed with directions on a broken path

While I'm running naked tryna find a

I'm going crazy or aliens, sort of psychopath

Or psychedelic, thoughts are hazy in this aftermath

Calculated, each coincidence was bound to happen

Fabricated happiness, I found it in magic

Maybe it's a [?], but I ain't lying about it

Psycho[?] through these circles, another form of habit

Not angry, I've just gone mad

[?], when I'm down bad

Soul's been tainted from a tab too much

[?] for some paper, [?] liquid love