Dissociate
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Dissociate - Harry Morgan ft Mr_Jay37
Yeah I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot to say
If there's ever a God
Then he's probably gay, yeah
Yeah I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot to say
If there's ever a God
Then he's probably gay
Soon as I crash hard
The memories unwind
Variable future equals undefined
Disregard everything they say,I discard
Stuck on that boulevard
With broken dreams and broken heart
My God my God my God my God
Well fuck, I'm an atheist
Laziest, lyricist
A narcissistic nihilist
Can't fight the withdrawal
I need my daily fix
I can play guitar
But I'm no Hendrix or Kendrick
You can call me Harry Morgan
And that'll be it
You get it? Ha ha, yeah!
I tend to get on the mic and just spit it
I vomit
Who gives a shit, the music here is non profit
So my two choices, fuck music I'm off it
Or just off myself chill in a coffin
The life I'm living is boring
The culture I follow is foreign
Psychedelic music I make
But I don't know dorian
I'm sorry man someone get me a Delorean
Why is the sky blue?
Why did the sky fall?
Why should I stay with you?
Why should I face it all?
Fuck your excuses you never had the balls
Beggars can't be choosing
Now you're losing
Where were you when I called huh?
Where were you when I called huh?
Where were you when I called huh?
Where were you when I called
Is the question
The answer I want, yeah
It's so surreal
Is it even real
Nothing really matters
Do I even feel?
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate?
It's no miracle it's medical
My brain's fucked up
It's the chemicals
It's so surreal
Is it even real
On the verge of insanity
Separated from reality
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate?
Who do I love? Who do I hate?
Look at the mirror,
Dissociate!
So Morgan murdered the beat
I'm putting it in revival
It's a process of recovery and it's the survival of the fittest
I spit less but each rhyme is spitless
Leave haters with dropped jaws
And mouths dry and spitless
Tryna make sense of what's up with this world
I thought I made it to the top
But just got kicked to the fucking curb
Thought was a gradual process rising from the dirt
Only to find myself so helpless
I'm at a loss for words
Making music all day and constantly penning my thoughts down
Criticized by all these bitches and nonsense clowns
I'm a perfectionist so each rhyme I spit touchdown
Always so focused you cant't harm me or my sounds
Harry Morgan and I will come up and destroy your town
Turn all your cocky smirks into devastated frowns
And if you think you're coming back at me in the second round
Good luck tryna come back from six feet under the ground yeah
It's so surreal
Is it even real
Nothing really matters
Do I even feel?
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate?
It's no miracle it's medical
My brain's fucked up
It's the chemicals
It's so surreal
Is it even real
On the verge of insanity
Separated from reality
The picture isn't clear
Is this my fate?
Who do I love? Who do I hate?
Look at the mirror,
Dissociate!