its always raining inside my head

“its always raining inside my head”

Oceanash smoking packs
Making beats all on the Mac
And it’s bouta croak, from 2015, it got a few cracks
Stuff the green up in a leaf and to myself I pass
Enter the scene I’m high as I can be so my stash is never lacked
Rolling up a fat game on a rolling tray with rick and morty
Sparking it with the flames and then I’m grabbing the 40
Marked by gory thoughts and it won’t stop I’m just tryna sleep
I keep on hiding from my demons in the moss my grave is deep
Take the smoke from the blunt
release the ghost inside my lungs now it floating up walls
Sitting in the room absorbing it all
Soaking in the smoke I’m coughing til I say nope cuz
in the blunt I left some bits but most of the guts were fucking thrown

Smoking in the graveyard
Choking and hoping that my lungs are stained like glass art
Sentra swerving round the lake and then it brake hard
Tryna think my way out of this pit that has no hope using the tarot cards
Crawling and I feel alone
Safety off the 9 I own
Abracadabra, my mind is blown
Matter spreading to the sky
Gotta paint the walls with white
I’m inside my mind too much at night
Wake up, thinking “why do I even try”
I got problems w my fam
Make me question who I am
Hearing voices like the Son of Sam
Ignoring calls like they a scam
Thinking that my life a sham
Now I’m hanging from a ceiling fan

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