How did I get here, what's the date
Did a little much, and that's my mistake
Think I had fun, so I can't complain
Wanna tell my friends, but where the hell are they
How did I get here, what's the date
Did a little much, and that's my mistake
Think I had fun, so I can't complain
Wanna tell my friends, but where the hell are they
Wake up my eyes low, my mind is spacing feel psycho
I think I can see tomorrow, something is missing feel hollow
Inside of me is no soul though, you wondering why roll solo
A choice that I never will know so, my voice just ain't sound like one of my own
Feeling different I can't think of a plan
Visions vivid in the palm of my hand
Split decision keep on going I can
I'm still living I rotate like a fan
Nothing but running in circles, should've known that it would never be perfect (Hold up)
All of these winds that I'm surfing, could be in any direction I'm learning
Events that happened I ain't certain, cover and hide them up behind the curtains
Not sure of who is deserving, so I tie my tongue up speaking in cursive
Could've started a lot worse, I'll find my way out this shit I don't believe in curses
Maybe it's karma, making it's way back around to strip me from my armor
We've gotta get farther, time to leave - and meet up with the Llamas
I repeat - no retreating regardless, I believe - we escaping with caution
I take a glance through pines and leaves, nothing else out here could frighten me
Believe our minds were quite deceived, 'til we see cover and others, I think
How did I get here, what's the date
Did a little much, and that's my mistake
Think I had fun, so I can't complain
Wanna tell my friends, but where the hell are they
How did I get here, what's the date
Did a little much, and that's my mistake
Think I had fun, so I can't complain
Wanna tell my friends, but where the hell are they
Maybe I'm trippin', the vinyl just skippin
Yo hold up, what am I missin'
Everything feel like something's slippin
Yo hold up, what are you thinkin'
Kinda regrettin' this current decision
Still though, I need the admission
I'm no longer restin' on furnished dimensions
Hills, slopes, the climb up is cripplin'
So high that the woods get cold
Got too much of my skin exposed
Maybe it's down below
Where the wind don't howl and the sky don't snow, no
Woah, even the sunrise to the damn moon
Everything around me's turnin' to a cartoon
Throw all of our knives like a barstool
Shadow's will surround me like a motherfuckin' monsoon
Man, gotta get our shit together
Find them boys or make me a sweater
Listen, I can't die by wind and weather
I gotta go big and find a set of
Tight knit footprints, sounds of Berettas
Link clique through shit, call us go-getters
Frighten culprits like a Splinter to a Shredder
Ride a broomstick or we livin' here forever
Wait a minute, look down there
Tracks lead to that hideout lair
Crawlin' skin and standin' hair
I know there's something close, I swear
Nothin' else can quite compare, I don't wanna use up our last flare
Turns out it's our homies here, we gotta get the fuck out 'fore we perish
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Rendezvous - The Lone Gypsees, Wishi 6k, Ec-Stract
