left the ground (feat. Joaquin Garcia)

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