things get crazy and im losing my mind and ion know what to do.. im floating thru the night ima red eye, red eye.
bass drums sound like gun shots…
fuck you… pillow stains
drain the mind.. hang the insight
more weed in my chest than my breaths can count
my thoughts, pleading
Try nigga try
i think i am..
close but no cigar..
heaven seem so far from this angle
but i climb this ladder
with letter in hand. so when i reach venus
i can repent for mines
red eye , red eye
things get crazy… but we love