Lyrics:
I had a doctor, he told me go eat a steak and smoke some weed but just do it once, only once 
You should be thinking about girls, because son that is what you need
Too smart for your own good, but you've clearly misunderstood
What the point of life is, focusing on what the probable cause of what your future death is and how to prevent it
But you're forgetting the fact that this is time that you will never get back
So try and fix all of you of problems instead of running away from them, and you would probably be less stressed and conseqently less depressed. With small simple steps, one stumbling step at a time, take it slowly, so you can grow more easily, steadily and consistently, by planning out exactly the way you want your life to be

I wish that is what he told me
But instead he just put his hand on my shoulder and he said those cursed words
Instead of eating a steak you stopped eating all together 
Instead of smoking a blunt you just got high every day
Instead of dating a few girls you immediately married the woman who gave birth to your son
Perhaps that was mistake, but every step that you take, is a step toward enlightenment
Just in the wrong kind of way

Lit up more like an arson and less like a bon fire
I don't need a reason because I am driven by desire
I am driven by desire

And the only god I follow is the sun
Like a moth to a flame
A psychopathic psychonaut without a psychedelic
I don't need it
Because i am already up there with the stars
High on my own supply, and I don't need a why
Because the only god I follow is the sun

See I asked him for a brain scan because I thought I was insane
But they didn't find a tumor, and they did not find a sense of humor, and they barely found a brain 
Oh oh oh...
There's just paranoia in my ear and the obsessive brain worms in the dirt that is my fear
Compulsively crawling in this acidic soil, making me aggressively agricultural 

In my heart I am a rural man , in my heart of hearts a hard working man, 
Toiling for my unhealthy soil
My soil is growing weeds
Not the good kind, but just noxious weeds
Where I am Sowing my most valuable seeds

I'm just a real bad seed
Might not be photogenic, but I am photosynthetic
Growing my own aesthetic, in a way that is pleasing
With all this sugar I am growing and oxygen I am releasing
You cannot help but eat me up or breath me in 

The sun is the only god I need
Bitter and black like an apple seed
I am just a little toxic, and now you are turning hypoxic
Because you are holding your breath dear
But I'll catch you if fall and hold if you pass out

I promise there is no pesticide on the outside
Baby I'm all natural 
Just got a little bit of cyanide at my core 
Take a bite and have some more
Show me what those canines are good for

Bite me
C´mon I want you to do it
Bite me

A fusion of love a fission of hate
We are all approaching eternity together at this rate 
Surfing on the ebb and flow of life
In a state of divinity

But the struggle is not over yet…

Looking up symptoms, that must be a symptom, addicted to the validation a biased data processing heartless machine while sipping on a mountain of caffeine, I am anxious about my health anxiety 

So help me reach sobriety by removing me forcefully from this undeniably dysfunctional society 
where everything is has become a supposedly treatable malady and everyone provided personalized treatment plan 

Now the only voice of sanity is telling me truthfully
The way that i need to hear it, hard and cold
And it said…

Just stop giving a fuck
You're shit out of luck
Get out of this circle of concern
Another a day another buck it doesn't matter what you earn
All that matters is that what kind of lesson you will learn

From living on your own
And what I've learned is, while sitting on my lonesome sedentary throne
Is…

(Sorry I ran out of characters ;^))

Needs Pt. 3 High On Life (Acoustic)

Muy Mexicana

El Dia Que Me Dijiste (Latin Jazz)

hi uzi

2023-09-26

NLS - 2023 - 09 - 26 Moments

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Zukunft - Tabellen

With my friend sidharta Gautama.
Give peace a chance, it's like everyone has run out of patience. Be calm and relaxed. Love you all 🌹

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