LYRICS:
Spiders on the fret board
Dancing to the acid trip
JR rolled a fat bitch
OBE detachment
Everything syncing up
Throw up in the sink and stuff
I don’t like to think bout stuff
That’s why I’m always drinkin stuff
Bad feelings creepin up
and creepin in I wallow in
I know what this feeling is
Just don’t know what to call it yet
The writings on the wall again
Waiting for your call again
I feel like the smallest ant
I feel like the smallest ant
Stuck up in this loop again
Why am I so stupid man
I already been thru this shit
History repeats itself
Feeling all these feelings
While the ceiling starts to breathe and melt
Everything feels so wrong
Can you pass the chop bong
Spiders on the fret board
Dancing to the acid trip
Dancing to the acid trip
Spiders on the fret board
Dancing to the acid trip
Ay is the chop powdy yet
Spiders on the fret board
Dancing to the acid trip
Dancing to the acid trip
Spiders on the fret board
Dancing to the acid trip
Ay is the chop powdy yet


Make Sure it’s Powdy (prod. yokai aimaina)

2shanez