Lyrics:
the weather whenever I reach hell
Post concussion syndrome, get out of my brain
Post concussion syndrome, your driving me insane
Post concussion syndrome get
A woman sweet and sane
I am every block in the cemetery
Where I have to turn stones into poetry
My brain's become metallic
But my heart is still organic
My
Grafitti-sprayed the alley
Bathing in neon blue
The lungs contaminated
Breathing C5OQ
My brain so non-organic
My pace along the backstreets
Dragging
overcompensated
The oh so overrated
SortaFried Organic
leave your brain so sedated
SortaFried Organic
La dee dah dee dah
La dee dah dee dah
La dee
me
Overflown in my brain
This syndrome's killing me
This syndrome's buring me
Crawling thoughts pierces my mind out
Leaving shades of fear in me
casserole
His mom calls him up when she calls him home
But he's sucking marrow from a dead man's bone
Imposter syndrome is a terrible thing though
Imposter
dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekinesis
Am I reachin' your brain? Nigga how can I
increases the chance to be deceased
I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis
Am I reachin' your brain? Nigga how can I explain?
How vicious this Thug
yuh magic
Hispanic
Try Dow vomite
Mi a Punch it slowly
Dow panic
Face up to the tonic
Real organic
Just help Me
Sing the topic
She love gimmi brain
guy
you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
Begging forgiveness, calling that
must I be born?
Organic Hallucinosis
Organic Hallucinosis
Organic...Visual Delusion
Cutting my veins, infecting my brain
Burn my throat burn my
I'm smokin' organic, gas
Cause I'm a savage, but still got some class
Purple potions smokin' in my glass
Hand you a blunt, take a puff and then pass,
note
Where's note? Uh
Chronic organic syndromes
Toxic and hypertense
Involving the eye
The ear and the nose and throat
Oh, that's very
Stockholm Syndrome
In my brain
Mirror, mirror
Sees me true
Knows the worst in me
Could never be like you
No, I could never be like you
God is love and
Love's
and after
Why are we so adept
Even not using most of the brain
We reflect the shapes and patterns
Of all organic and cosmic
As many questions as years the sun
of life and after
Why are we so adept
Even not using most of the brain
We reflect the shapes and patterns
Of all organic and cosmic
As many questions
a statistic, in the casket gone
I could be a sharp pain that you feel in yo spine
I can be a brain tumor on the back of yo mind
I'll even be in yo food if you
the life with the nips
Ties are absorbed in my brains
(Reach the person... who has syndrome)
Symbolic step - eradication
I need to stop my annulation
medicine swallowed
Will not cure this love syndrome
Quickly spreading to my brain
Feels like I might go insane
Any remedy followed
Will not cure my love
don't recommend it
The drip is organic it comes from the heart I do not have to intend it
Hu hu hu ha ha ha woo
Look at me
Ain't nowhere there ain't no
just concentratin' on helpin to keep your mind from being vacant
Relaxin, meditation music makin' breakin' atoms
Earth quakin' shakin' your brain
With
What people thought they saw were organic shapes not quite like any they had ever seen before
Naturally, there were many human bodies washed along by
Suffering
From the Locked In Syndrome
Blackout
Brain-injury
It's useless to get up a steam
Depend on life support machine
You're suffering from
of man
Nanites streaming through the blood; diseases eradicate
Cognitive perfection made by signals sent into the brain
Evolution's peak; supreme,
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