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the kaleidoscope kid - speak of the devil lyrics

breath in brevity sparked from abstract states of revery but hold ya breath when inhaling the particles of chemistry cause word of mouth it p-sses quick like a centipede and roaches in rotation let the record spin polarity
now rings of saturn dance peculiar to the matter and as a matter of fact my facets seem to fractal into patterns of gravitas habits mental labyrinth a maze dazed standing at the gates of the unimagined
i see power in the people and it far outweighs the evil inside all of us hoping that i don’t get choked up in all of this choking on my cigarette caught all up in my thoughts and sh-t like we deserve to prosper and we deserve happiness and we deserve peace and we deserve comp-ssion sh-t f-ck the police and f-ck the establishment f-ck what you believe and f-ck i can’t handle this so p-ss me the greens blue and p-ss me dem atlases
stranded at sea with indigo as my captain lost lucidly navigate through waves of the astral and oscillate the asteroid belt talking to my shawdows dim the night give me the mic and let my prisms light my travels
he’s a kid he’s a trip he’s a freak he’s insane he lost his mind chasing rabbits by the creek with a bag of gold caps couple tabs of lsd f-nny pack full of drugs and the pups up on the leash
f-ck
now where’s my god d-mn light a yo taylor you got papers dog i’m out man i can’t find them and if you’ve seen my mind tell him that i’ve been trying to find him cuase he owes me forty dollars for a dime bag and some vinyls
warning side effects range between severe to mild from molecular distortion to primordial revival audible hallucinations enter phasers in the cycle scribble cryptic fickle cyphers who knew heavysol was tribal

“ey blue, what are you doing?
come on man we trying to smoke. let’s go.”

ey blue you know it really ain’t a tribe with one person nah see it’s the tribe of voices in my head conversing pet sounds shift the paradigm of time and vice versa spell bound split the seroquel with gerlad and the serpent
speak of the devil murph these droopy kids crazy burn outs groovy tripping beetle juice and smoking hazy break it down and roll it up stuck in the weeds he pushing daisies sticky fingers stoned for days with stray dogs wander az
speak of devil i was tripping of liquor
kid must split my metals slipping through my finger speak the devil all these drugs my liver must of split my mentals slipping through my fingers

- the kaleidoscope kid lyrics

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