heatwave

, feeling like mike skinner, lights flicker, blinking like a mic, get a high quicker, let the heat just creep in, spinning on white liquour, knife, and i drink it like a life, i'm done messing with these radiohead bends, sweating bullets discarded in this room, tryna locate the door that i came through but now the wall's, shapeshifting, basing on dope shit, t-shirt's salting, losing mostly all my focus, blowing smoke, calvin broadus, mind tripping like two left feet, bad decisions like who, ya, me?, i ought to sleep but just don't seem to end the night, sick of my life and on the bible i had two last week, now we're packed inside a sardine can, heartbeat right about 1000rpm, can't talk but i still walk straight, got the buzz, said you're hot as fuck, but that's not hot enough, no we'll never stop fighting till there's nothing left, yeah, it's getting hot, that's the way we like it best, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, yeah we're messed up and maxed out, bass pumping that loud, mashing till we're right about to pass out, yeah i'm breathless and half dead, sweating but that said, so many drinks i haven't had yet, totally wired, overly fried, my eyelids now they're opening wide, that's why i'm standing up but see i'm feeling like i'm falling, and if life is but a dream, i'm waiting for the next installment, everybody's talking real slow but my brain's on triple speed, blue streak and a go-glow fixing what my dome don't know, but my senses have the tendency of fooling me, tomorrow's never promised so tonight let's get demolished, blazing, elevated, faded, whatever you call it, solid, yet i still walk straight, got the buzz, said you're hot as fuck, but that's not hot enough,