Текст песни Indica - Merceze

Cant you see that
I got smudges on my records
Cracks in my vinyl spinning miles
Running wild like I don't got a home
Like I don't want no smoke like I don't know control
And I stroll across the road in the night with no light on him
Marijuana demon eyes I've been losing sight of him
I been outside all night all alone
In the quiet silence light from stars under moon
I'm losing much mind cuz I'm tryna find life and I'm tryna get high
Cuz I'm such a low life and I jump rope tied
So low so high alone for four four full nights
I don't know why that I am like this
But I don't like shit though I say I don't mind it
I try to find my mind it's stranded on an island
In the cold no society my anxiety

Can't you see that
I'm so stressed woke up to this mess
Please step aside
I'm tryna get high
Indica cut some relief for me
We wanna survive
I'm tryna get high

Drink all night off of antidepressants
It's depressing that I rely on prescriptions
Its so messy and I can't make a message
That I can't trust myself with a weapon monsters in my head and
Where am I headed where do I belong
I'm lost not strong you could see my bones through my arms
All these demons hit my thoughts so I hit my head on the wall
There's no end no switch I can't turn if off
I want it all to end I want it all to go away
I hate waking up it's the same shit different day
Take much drugs dealing pain with more pain
I need Novocain shoot it straight in my brain
Nobody see my problem and nobody cares that I got one
Depend on marijuana I don't care that I got love
Cuz they all want a smile never want a a bad day
Toxic positivity flooded all around me

Can't you see that
I'm so stressed woke up to this mess
Please step aside
I'm tryna get high
Indica cut some relief for me
We wanna survive
I'm tryna get high

Do you see all these solids rocks in the palm of my hand
I take a lighter let it wither way in the air
Disintegrate then medicate my lows
Liberate then levitate my soul
I don't got hope if I don't got dope
I don't lock loads if I don't stock stores
Move like cobra blended with the floor below
Cuz I hate being noticed for the things that you know
And I hate what I know the things that ive scene
Spread my misery all over these dreams
Cuz without this beat I'm a pathetic dying flower
Very shallow full of sorrow lacking all my power

Can't you see that
I'm so stressed woke up to this mess
Please step aside
I'm tryna get high
Indica cut some relief for me
We wanna survive
I'm tryna get high