# PSYCHONAUT
## [Intro]
T-tr tripping on my thoughts
Tripping as my brain rots
Tripping on my thoughts
Tripping, is this brainrot?
## [Verse 1]
Feels like I forgot the cards that were dealt to me
Plain as day, no irony
In reality, all I really wanna be
Is anybody else other than me
Wishing I was a psychonaut
Because I'm feeling lost, lost in thought
Took a left when I thought that I saw
Reasons that I keep bumbling around in my feelings
Feeling fresh, fresh off the shelf
Feels like I keep forgetting the card I was dealt
## [Hook]
Oh, I wish I was a psychonaut
Because I've been caught in the web, the web of my thoughts
Every second that goes by is a minute my brain rots
And I don't know how to rid myself of toxic thoughts
## [Outro]
T-tr tripping on my thoughts
Tripping as my brain rots
Tripping on my thoughts
Tripping, is this brainrot?
## [Verse 2]
What it boils down to is that I have a type
A woman that tends to chew me up, spit me out
It's not like I try to do this to myself
I know it can't be helped
You'll find me again, maybe in a different shell
Similar but still a shell of my former self
After I gave my body to you, I lost my mind, myself
## [Verse 3]
But still, you sold your soul to the devil
Yeah, were you ever a genuine soul?
Were you ever kind? Were you really mine?
Was everything a lie? 'Cause you never told the truth
And I feel foolish for getting lost in the maze you defined
Feel foolish for letting you use me
## [Bridge]
But lately baby I'm thinking
Maybe, baby, things would have been different
If I just stayed and let you hate me
Learned to play the game you were playing
Seemed impossible to me
But then maybe, baby, you'd still be my lady
Now you're making me wish I could take back time
Honestly, since I know that's impossible
I've chosen instead to write a rhyme
## [Pre-Freestyle]
T-tr tripping on my thoughts
Tripping as my brain rots
Tripping on my thoughts
Tripping, is this brainrot?
## [Freestyle]
See me break free from caustic imagery
While confined to my mind, I've realized I've held the key
That can lock the gates to your mental depravity
Always thought about you, now time to think about me
Breaking free, while breaking down the false crown
You shaped on my head, my own design I've redefined
And placed in its stead, used to dread
The thought of letting you down
Trapping me in my mind took a while for me to come around
Now I'm harvesting wisdom from the thinnest air
What doesn't kill leaves you standing there
With the pen and the pad, now my thoughts lay bare
Something deeper than the surface-level hurt
Digging through the muck of my soul, finding dirt
Been to the bottom, now I know what I'm worth
Mental archaeology, death and rebirth
[Outro,(repeat intro)]
WPbishes
