Lyrics left the ground - Mchi

What I think is what I am
What I am as what I think

I left the ground and never came back down 
I left the ground and never came back down 
I left the ground and never came back

Came
Back
Down 

I bounced around the tunnel time in my brain and accumulated a pile that I became
Which illuminated a smile when I feel pain cause separation
Is a illusion that My mind create

I'm trying to defile the file cabinet
Wall acquiring happens
Laughing my actions passionless

I had to gasp at my mask now I'm grasping is
My vision pass through the glass but it has a tint
And I don't have a sent except cut grass and mint
If you track the map existence
It's a paradox that my tracks exist
I'm rapping about rapping wale unrapping it
So I have a gift or I don't exist

Its probably all a gif gif if if
Is all well ever known
Inside this letter mold
Our body's mold
But the weather's never old

Even leather withers
In December rivers

Except the stencils
Are essential for my mental pictures

But it limits
Everything that I witness
So every instance of wit is my predicament

Kicking myself in the foot
Punching myself in the fist

Melting my hell into bliss
The heat from below evaporated my lake of my mind into mist

I'm trying to live without concept
I'm trying to live without concept
So much comedy in the conquest
With a mind that rewinds its own progress
I feel grateful to be in the maze
But the maze is different for everyone who tries to escape
So I'm blazing written hoping it'll help you find your way
But I'm as lost as you it's just where my attention is placed

I left the ground and never came back down 
I left the ground and never came back down 

I left the ground and never came back
Down

I left the ground and never came back down 
I left the ground and never came back

Came
Back
Down 

What I think is what I am
What I am as what I think

I got a lot of things to say but no motivation to say them
Before it turns gray like my days staring at the pavement
Shuffling my feet walking in the school with a minute to spare
Bus stop instrumental echoing through my head with the kick and the snare
The snare and the kick
Before I was aware I had to prepare to exist

In a world were your word the only thing that gives you context
And congruency within this infiniteness

I'm losing my delusion and looping again
Into a soup of confusion were my truth is Bent into a Mobius strip of events

I don't even exist

I'm a zit on the face of creation
Complacent to live

I'm a mesh of meat in a microphone but I still make sense