Lyrics:

Swan

Don't go to clubs and I damn sure stay low-key
Still them little jitterbugs wanna start shit with a kreep like me
This the type of shit that you bump when a mothafucka wanna fix that fade
Bitch I'm on a gallon of Henny see if I really give a fuck if I die today
Bitch ass
Hoe ass
Runnin' at the mouth ass fake wannabes I see
You know I really try to stay cool
Sometimes Buddha can't save me
Stuck with the fucked up brain with so many voices talkin' I can never sleep
Soon as I shut my eyes all I can see is a start of a darkenin' dream

Tropical depressions hittin' me again and I don't know
Which of the voices all up in my brain, is tellin' me the right way to go
Hoe, you speakin' bout Satan, but I can see you know not what you're sayin'
My eyes roll to the back of my mind
All I see is tainted

Ridin' on '95
Junt to the brain I fly
White cloud in the sky
Wonderful day to die
Trippin' on shroomz I'm fine
Everything straight don't mind
Negativity go by
Let's see how long I can try
Take a trip the plane go Ghoste
This time I am not alone
I see some others that know
Buddha chillin' on a throne
Question everything you know
Religion and even the Pope
Mistaken for Satan the goat
Ignorance ain't no joke

Tropical depressions hittin' me again and I don't know
Which of the voices all up in my brain, is tellin' me the right way to go
Hoe, you speakin' bout Satan, but I can see you know not what you're sayin'
My eyes roll to the back of my mind
All I see is tainted
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