Lyrics




Real eyes red that's the real me talking
Smoke in my lungs got the fake me walking
Real eyes red I'm zoned in now
Real talk come out when I'm blowin out that loud
Real eyes red that's the real me breathing
Mask fall off Everytime that I'm cheifin
Real eyes red and the lies start leaving
See it all so clear in the clouds that I'm sleeping
Eyes low soul exposed in the high glow mind roam
Through the cosmos where'd the time go blunt twisted in a spiral
It ain't really me til I'm vibin in vinyl spark it up see the past in the pyro
Thoughts doing laps like it's stuck in a trial red hot see the truth in denial
Brain stem buzzing conduit of static automatic ritual no habit
Hands in the flame adapt to the havoc synapse snap don't match the panic
Ash on my shirt resin on my jeans sacred geometry in the smoke rings
Third eye open when I roam the scene it ain't a dream it's a glimpse of the in-between
Monk in the mist wake me up with the flick of a Bic
I ain't paranoid I'm just tuned in saw the real world soon as the fumes hit
Peeping every loop I've been trapped in before ain't no ceilings just infinite doors
Smoke rise slow got the world in a blur red eyes gleam now the truth feels pure
Real eyes red that's the real me talking
Smoke in my lungs got the fake me walking
Real eyes red I'm zoned in now
Real talk come out when I'm blowin out that loud
Real eyes red that's the real me breathing
Mask fall off Everytime that I'm cheifin
Real eyes red and the lies start leaving
See it all so clear in the clouds that I'm sleeping
Red eyes clear mind I ain't trying to lie
I ain't high I'm aligned I just get close to Devine when I really fly
Face in the smoke see the shape of my fears talk to my past through the haze in the mirror
Ain't no disguise just truth when it's near shadows on the wall that don't disappear
Toke then I float like I stepped outta time eyes now closes but the vision in mind
Heartbeat synced with the bass and the chimes woke in the haze but I'm sharp by design
Slo mo stepping through dimensions unseen try to make my soul understand what it means
Smoke trails twist like a weaving machine past lives flash in the vapor between
Truth drip slow like it seep from the green
Heat pressed rosin between the themes
Vision sharp like a laser beam know that it's more than it seems
Ancient tone in the breeze universe speak in a secret routine
I was lost but the high made me feel pristine now I float through the noise with my conscious clean
Real eyes red that's the real me talking
Smoke in my lungs got the fake me walking
Real eyes red I'm zoned in now
Real talk come out when I'm blowin out that loud
Real eyes red that's the real me breathing
Mask fall off Everytime that I'm cheifin
Real eyes red and the lies start leaving
See it all so clear in the clouds that I'm sleeping



Writer(s): Steven Wiedel Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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