Sliding through Getting high On Every time I die Stuck in pa**ages a time living like 1999 Motorola on my side As I contemplate my rhyme I float along the surface of the city like a ghost And I ghosts with jugga rosy wine As I wonder thru the topiary garden of my mind I got Ana with myself And it's thicker than divine You won't even feel my presence as I drift up from behind And give you a sensation something like a hickey on your spine I'm beautiful I'm fine Like the smell a rain and pine Young narcissistic player with no pulse But I feel the pulse of the earth underneath me as I ride Riding in the burgundy century As a mystical entity With a lot of pain inside I'm what you can't even pretend to be Sipping Hennessy Listening to a seven inch of Gride As I bump and grind Young Dylan and I gotta get mine But being Godly just isn't my kind Sometimes I feel just like I'm living in rewind Jumped off of the mountain Dying at the climb Back up to the castle of depression And through the forest of tribulation With the condensation in my eyes And then I opened up my soul to the sky f**ing do me in Throw me in the chair Let me fry