Axion 117 - Morning lyrics

[Verse 1: Irahnik] Close your eyes, imagine that I'm a God I'm spitting verses so hard, still nothin compared to Nas Almost lost it all, to LSD and some pot I'm spittin this sh** so y'all remember who you forgot Getting high right now Off a Pyrex, might is fly by now Must've forgotten about your stupid hypotheses And how there was a prophecy, but I'm filling it, I believe Collectively, I'm resonant; yes, my pain is evident The evidence for messing with my penmanship is getting High, so high on an astral plane The brainstorm haze got me going outer space Ain't getting no oxygen, so I'm popping some Mollies and I lost my hope for love, I get above some follies and I don't know why ya boi is still trapped I don't know why ya boi still raps Man, I should be dead by now, quit your stupid mourning Good morning, better wake up, gonna make up, for adorning Ray gun, to my head, somehow k** the old me I'm sick of d**h and sick of DMT and LSD I'm sick of vivid colors, it's k**ing all my Ohana Used to spend a couple dollars and get some dope from my brother Nah; you ain't my brother, you my murderer If I kept this up, id be unconscious on my furniture [Hook: Deverano] I don't know why I'm in this brand new state of mind I just wanna have one normal morning I'm tryna get back home, but I just don't know where am I? I just wanna have one normal morning [Verse 2: Irahnik] Single handed syndicate, simple sinning vindicate Serotonin diligent, sitting sighing indigent Intimacy, I breathe a lot of trees But please don't follow me, the trees are blocking me off Cop a shotco*k of my pipe Leaves so strong, the orange hairs are finite Got a lotta Preme, I'm a modernism Zeitgeist All you hype dykes going after Pyrite High like, off of some dutches, but quit the fussing My cousin helped me quit cigs, but never quit the cussing Busted in a casket, raspy percussion I'm mad that He doesn't, help me when I'm abducted Gotta help myself, it's pretty funny how these dummies Put their Ds on me but pop E and F up with me It's pretty silly, always had some acid in me But now the flask is empty, and now I'm mastering me So stop pa**ing it please, I ain't got no time For relapse, the weed's whack, I mean that, I seen that Busted both my kneecaps, gladly time has elapsed I'm tryna process these facts You asking "where the weed at?" now I got four bars You ain't even got no signal while your d** are so strong Still tryna wake up without feening I blame it on my brother cause he wasted all my weekends [Hook]