Slugs
๐ต 1795 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:44 duration
๐ ID: 51329
๐ Lyrics
You got sativa, ignite it
World stiff as arthritis
Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor
Economies collapse and your stack just some paper
Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres
Slugs are just snails without shells
The perception: evolution fucked them over and failed
But they survive without protection in this jungle they dwell With giants throwing salt on all their people
Can't consider them frail
Spit vinegar in sour times
Live under the power lines
I'm just a bag of tumors full of alkaline
All you do is carve them out and sew up any abscess
Go about your business, keep your distance from the dragnets
Backseat driving, passenger traveling
Bumming a ride in my own brain
Pointless meandering, using the vanity mirror to break up the cocaine
Loitering, lost in a memory somewhere between a first kiss and a dope vein
Nursing myself as an infant and in the same instant I'm shackled and cuffed and restrained
How does this fucking pertain to anything other than coping with pain?
All of the time I spent hoping to change
Just an obsession with stoking the flames
Haunted, something hovers over me
I feels its breath
The skeletal projection of accumulated stress
You got sativa, ignite it
World stiff as arthritis
Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor
Economies collapse and your stack just some paper
Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres
World stiff as arthritis
Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor
Economies collapse and your stack just some paper
Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres
Slugs are just snails without shells
The perception: evolution fucked them over and failed
But they survive without protection in this jungle they dwell With giants throwing salt on all their people
Can't consider them frail
Spit vinegar in sour times
Live under the power lines
I'm just a bag of tumors full of alkaline
All you do is carve them out and sew up any abscess
Go about your business, keep your distance from the dragnets
Backseat driving, passenger traveling
Bumming a ride in my own brain
Pointless meandering, using the vanity mirror to break up the cocaine
Loitering, lost in a memory somewhere between a first kiss and a dope vein
Nursing myself as an infant and in the same instant I'm shackled and cuffed and restrained
How does this fucking pertain to anything other than coping with pain?
All of the time I spent hoping to change
Just an obsession with stoking the flames
Haunted, something hovers over me
I feels its breath
The skeletal projection of accumulated stress
You got sativa, ignite it
World stiff as arthritis
Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor
Economies collapse and your stack just some paper
Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:30.90] You got sativa, ignite it
[00:33.36] World stiff as arthritis
[00:35.77] Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
[00:39.51] Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
[00:43.38] Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
[00:48.05] First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor
[00:51.11] Economies collapse and your stack just some paper
[00:55.03] Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
[00:58.32] Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres
[01:02.78] Slugs are just snails without shells
[01:05.69] The perception: evolution fucked them over and failed
[01:09.20] But they survive without protection in this jungle they dwell With giants throwing salt on all their people
[01:16.30] Can't consider them frail
[01:18.03] Spit vinegar in sour times
[01:20.54] Live under the power lines
[01:23.19] I'm just a bag of tumors full of alkaline
[01:26.35] All you do is carve them out and sew up any abscess
[01:30.24] Go about your business, keep your distance from the dragnets
[01:34.20] Backseat driving, passenger traveling
[01:36.19] Bumming a ride in my own brain
[01:38.02] Pointless meandering, using the vanity mirror to break up the cocaine
[01:41.68] Loitering, lost in a memory somewhere between a first kiss and a dope vein
[01:45.95] Nursing myself as an infant and in the same instant I'm shackled and cuffed and restrained
[01:50.13] How does this fucking pertain to anything other than coping with pain?
[01:53.72] All of the time I spent hoping to change
[01:55.62] Just an obsession with stoking the flames
[01:57.49] Haunted, something hovers over me
[01:59.88] I feels its breath
[02:01.76] The skeletal projection of accumulated stress
[02:04.64] You got sativa, ignite it
[02:06.81] World stiff as arthritis
[02:09.25] Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
[02:13.10] Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
[02:16.99] Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
[02:20.86] First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor
[02:24.88] Economies collapse and your stack just some paper
[02:28.45] Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
[02:32.59] Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres
[03:07.83]
[00:33.36] World stiff as arthritis
[00:35.77] Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
[00:39.51] Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
[00:43.38] Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
[00:48.05] First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor
[00:51.11] Economies collapse and your stack just some paper
[00:55.03] Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
[00:58.32] Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres
[01:02.78] Slugs are just snails without shells
[01:05.69] The perception: evolution fucked them over and failed
[01:09.20] But they survive without protection in this jungle they dwell With giants throwing salt on all their people
[01:16.30] Can't consider them frail
[01:18.03] Spit vinegar in sour times
[01:20.54] Live under the power lines
[01:23.19] I'm just a bag of tumors full of alkaline
[01:26.35] All you do is carve them out and sew up any abscess
[01:30.24] Go about your business, keep your distance from the dragnets
[01:34.20] Backseat driving, passenger traveling
[01:36.19] Bumming a ride in my own brain
[01:38.02] Pointless meandering, using the vanity mirror to break up the cocaine
[01:41.68] Loitering, lost in a memory somewhere between a first kiss and a dope vein
[01:45.95] Nursing myself as an infant and in the same instant I'm shackled and cuffed and restrained
[01:50.13] How does this fucking pertain to anything other than coping with pain?
[01:53.72] All of the time I spent hoping to change
[01:55.62] Just an obsession with stoking the flames
[01:57.49] Haunted, something hovers over me
[01:59.88] I feels its breath
[02:01.76] The skeletal projection of accumulated stress
[02:04.64] You got sativa, ignite it
[02:06.81] World stiff as arthritis
[02:09.25] Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
[02:13.10] Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
[02:16.99] Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
[02:20.86] First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor
[02:24.88] Economies collapse and your stack just some paper
[02:28.45] Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
[02:32.59] Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres
[03:07.83]