[Verse 1: Trademarc]
My ears are ringing, it's like children singing or humming
I'm numb and I'm thinking it's nothing
I'm confused by the booze and medication
It's modern-day meditation
My generation sees that combination as an expectation
Half-done, I'm moving in slo-mo
Through an imitation of life, it's like an illustration or a photo
But the perspective ain't right
It's like the lights cast by a yo-yo in midflight
It's too bright, I'm confused and lost
I feel transparent and barren and used
Like a red herring tossed and forced in my own thoughts with no bearing
Black to light, back to life and I breathe in
I sit up, I'm light headed, the world is out of focus
I know this, I try to get up, I instantly regret it
I spit up, I don't get it, the glow, the world looks overexposed
Or like a negative with shadows where the colours should go and vice versa
I'm thrown by the ring of the phone like inertia
Flown like a cyclone, head spinning
Still blown from the beginning, I'm sitting in front of my body
Now on the bed, dead grinning, a red linen, brain spilling
Conflicted, the wounds looks self-inflicted like it's scripted
A knock on the door, I feel distant like staring backwards
Through binoculars, inconsistent, the picture fades
I'm non-existent but I'm persistent, I wanna stay!
You can't see me this way, I love you momma!
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
Aw s***, what the f*** did I walk into?
My man's a b***** mess up in his room, he cut his flesh
Drugged up like Hunter S., must've been under stress
Nonetheless he flunked the test, succumbing to life's ugliness
A gun to his chest and head, a knife to his wrists, he bled
Twisted lead's f***** him up like his sister said
Plus Erica left him for some war on terror veteran
Now he's dying in the bed they never slept in
I crept in and saw the blood on the hand that his writing pen was kept in
That his medical depression was prepped in
Suicide, glazed over as poetic expression, a valiant effort
I had the chance to step in but said, "F it"
Dawg, why'd you do this to us? You know what this crew is to us
Your mom tried this s*** in '91 now she's dialing 911
I think your time has come, this being the top one
Dumbest things you ever done
I know your life is erased, no one ever could have won
You'd rather dream than live now my head is hung
My ears are ringing, it's like children singing or humming
I'm numb and I'm thinking it's nothing
I'm confused by the booze and medication
It's modern-day meditation
My generation sees that combination as an expectation
Half-done, I'm moving in slo-mo
Through an imitation of life, it's like an illustration or a photo
But the perspective ain't right
It's like the lights cast by a yo-yo in midflight
It's too bright, I'm confused and lost
I feel transparent and barren and used
Like a red herring tossed and forced in my own thoughts with no bearing
Black to light, back to life and I breathe in
I sit up, I'm light headed, the world is out of focus
I know this, I try to get up, I instantly regret it
I spit up, I don't get it, the glow, the world looks overexposed
Or like a negative with shadows where the colours should go and vice versa
I'm thrown by the ring of the phone like inertia
Flown like a cyclone, head spinning
Still blown from the beginning, I'm sitting in front of my body
Now on the bed, dead grinning, a red linen, brain spilling
Conflicted, the wounds looks self-inflicted like it's scripted
A knock on the door, I feel distant like staring backwards
Through binoculars, inconsistent, the picture fades
I'm non-existent but I'm persistent, I wanna stay!
You can't see me this way, I love you momma!
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
Aw s***, what the f*** did I walk into?
My man's a b***** mess up in his room, he cut his flesh
Drugged up like Hunter S., must've been under stress
Nonetheless he flunked the test, succumbing to life's ugliness
A gun to his chest and head, a knife to his wrists, he bled
Twisted lead's f***** him up like his sister said
Plus Erica left him for some war on terror veteran
Now he's dying in the bed they never slept in
I crept in and saw the blood on the hand that his writing pen was kept in
That his medical depression was prepped in
Suicide, glazed over as poetic expression, a valiant effort
I had the chance to step in but said, "F it"
Dawg, why'd you do this to us? You know what this crew is to us
Your mom tried this s*** in '91 now she's dialing 911
I think your time has come, this being the top one
Dumbest things you ever done
I know your life is erased, no one ever could have won
You'd rather dream than live now my head is hung