I’m stuck up on the deck
I took a acid trip
I put it behind my eyelids
I’m stuck on the deck
Looking down on the busy Courtney place
There’s a million taxis flying past
Or maybe my heads in space
Somebody should probably take me out of this place
I’m lost behind these eyes of mine
I’m ****** outta my mind
I probably shouldn’t of taken that E beforehand
Shoulda just stuck to smoking **** on the way down
Heaps of people talking to me
I can’t say a thing
My eyes are starting to sting
My mind resumes to ping
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
I’m stuck up on the deck
I took a acid trip
I put it behind my eyelids
I’m stuck on the deck
Looking down on the busy Courtney place
There’s a million taxis flying past
Or maybe my heads in space
Somebody should probably take me out of this place
I’m lost behind these eyes of mine
I’m ****** outta my mind
I probably shouldn’t of taken that E beforehand
Shoulda just stuck to smoking **** on the way down
Heaps of people talking to me
I can’t say a thing
My eyes are starting to sting
My mind resumes to ping
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