I'm feeling namaste
Been soaking in the rays, that sunlight
I give myself permission to be great
Lift others up wherever I go to see a better place
I had to vent on vices for a bit just to get it all off my plate
This is no judgement, but I feel my mind is less corrupted
Since I put down the substances and gave love to my mother
The shit I feel I should've done when I was a lot younger
Like suckin' on my thumb and thinkin' it'd fix my hunger
Foolish as I might've been
I never gave up on the dream
My empathy cannot deplete
So it's always love for the team
Sometimes I forget how to breathe
And I have nightmares, all apocalyptic
Wondering if life could be more cryptic
Or is my mental twisted? Is there a message in it?
Think I need a minute
I can see the image of the beast, it's in us
Lappin' up so many spirit dinners
Many do not need a mind for living, but with mine it's different
I could find a bitter root and tie its innards, it'd die in minutes
Don't act like I'm given, I'm a gift, but I could die of sickness
I am tryna stick, like pasta to the wall in many grimey kitchens
Ain't a competition
But if it is, I'm winning
Yeah, ain't a competition
But if it is, I'm winning
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I'm feeling namaste
Been soaking in the rays, that sunlight
I give myself permission to be great
Lift others up wherever I go to see a better place
I had to vent on vices for a bit just to get it all off my plate
This is no judgement, but I feel my mind is less corrupted
Since I put down the substances and gave love to my mother
The shit I feel I should've done when I was a lot younger
Like suckin' on my thumb and thinkin' it'd fix my hunger
Foolish as I might've been
I never gave up on the dream
My empathy cannot deplete
So it's always love for the team
Sometimes I forget how to breathe
And I have nightmares, all apocalyptic
Wondering if life could be more cryptic
Or is my mental twisted? Is there a message in it?
Think I need a minute
I can see the image of the beast, it's in us
Lappin' up so many spirit dinners
Many do not need a mind for living, but with mine it's different
I could find a bitter root and tie its innards, it'd die in minutes
Don't act like I'm given, I'm a gift, but I could die of sickness
I am tryna stick, like pasta to the wall in many grimey kitchens
Ain't a competition
But if it is, I'm winning
Yeah, ain't a competition
But if it is, I'm winning
Been soaking in the rays, that sunlight
I give myself permission to be great
Lift others up wherever I go to see a better place
I had to vent on vices for a bit just to get it all off my plate
This is no judgement, but I feel my mind is less corrupted
Since I put down the substances and gave love to my mother
The shit I feel I should've done when I was a lot younger
Like suckin' on my thumb and thinkin' it'd fix my hunger
Foolish as I might've been
I never gave up on the dream
My empathy cannot deplete
So it's always love for the team
Sometimes I forget how to breathe
And I have nightmares, all apocalyptic
Wondering if life could be more cryptic
Or is my mental twisted? Is there a message in it?
Think I need a minute
I can see the image of the beast, it's in us
Lappin' up so many spirit dinners
Many do not need a mind for living, but with mine it's different
I could find a bitter root and tie its innards, it'd die in minutes
Don't act like I'm given, I'm a gift, but I could die of sickness
I am tryna stick, like pasta to the wall in many grimey kitchens
Ain't a competition
But if it is, I'm winning
Yeah, ain't a competition
But if it is, I'm winning
Writer: Jedathan Sharp
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