Smoke & mirrors, cloaks & heros ,
Blowing clouds in the shape of zeros,
Watchin' goodfellas , countin' deneero ,
Announcin' we're here though ,
Amountin' to cheers , yo,
Giving discounts to the weirdos.....
[Chorus] ..i remember bein at my wits end ,
But this shit , it's somehow just different,
my commitment to tryn' sniff it ,
Im prolific when it comes to bein' a go get...goooo getterrrr
I just need a quick hit...
Of cotton foil , some call it oxy-ten ,
But ill settle, settle for that oxygen .
Settle for oxygen, like every livin' object ,
Objectively , im on deck, selectively , you got wet ,
Intellectually , my thoughts swept ,
You off your feet at the swap meet ,
then you got dressed ,
After we had hot sex ,
And it seemed like forever til we caught breth,
Now im a hot mess,
And god bless ,
Yes ...I would love some oxyyyy....oxy gin and juice....
[Verse] how many times do I gotta remind you ?
Always watch your back while looking behind you ,
How many different ways can I play it ?
How many misfits won't get shit that I'm sayin' ?....
[Bridge] As far back as i can recall....
They lied to us all ,
Said we live on a flying ball ,
But real science is observable, testable, & repeatable ,
So if you've invested everything you needed to ,
I suggest you do a little research too ,
Cuz we've searched through ,
From every angle at earth's view ,
I heard you , couldn't find any where to measure a curve do ,
Yourself a favor & be brave enough to admit that its worth lookin into....
......
[Chorus] ..i remember bein at my wits end ,
But this shit , it's somehow just different,
my commitment to tryn' sniff it ,
Im prolific when it comes to bein' a go get...goooo getterrrr
I just need a quick hit...
Of cotton foil , some call it oxy-ten ,
But ill settle, settle for that oxygen .
Settle for oxygen, like every livin' object ,
Objectively , im on deck, selectively , you got wet ,
Intellectually , my thoughts swept ,
You off your feet at the swap meet ,
then you got dressed ,
After we had hot sex ,
And it seemed like forever til we caught breth,
Now im a hot mess,
And god bless ,
Yes ...I would love some oxyyyy.. gin....
[Verse] i look up the sky and still i see ,
The chem trails gettin sprayed like fillagree ,
If inhaled enough times will it be killin' me ,
That's why you know will I be....
Willingly...gettin my fill of...fill of.....oxygen.....on or off the clock I been....
Been watchin' em ,
plottin' on me ,
Trying to kill the seeds that I drop on the street ,
Cuz not very often it meets, dirt & nature starts to work ,
And that little seed turns into a tree ,
FlatNasty
