Текст песни Domo Genesis, The Alchemist - Drugs Got Me Spiritua

Fuckin' drugs got me—
Drugs got me spiritual
Fuckin' drugs got me—
Numb I'm in my living room

Why the good will struggle, tryna' see a bigger picture
Painting scriptures bout the trials of a young street nigga
Mad weed and liquor got me wylin'
Any day could hold my final hour
So I appreciate my mama smilin'
She tried to tell me no weapons against me prosper
I've been sinning so much that praying to god is feelin' awkward
These bright lights I see how they turn niggas to monsters
I'm just runnin' through my field of dreams like Kevin Costner
Church, but don't find me in attendance
'Cause I feel if niggas is pretending they're not in his image
Don't judge me, a little testy, and the line is thinnin'
So much trouble in my mind, spark a lie and get me twisted
Can you dig it? I'm insane nigga, never find the same nigga
Dancin' in the rain high off pain killers
And he depressed sittin' next to the Smith and Wesson
And in case I feel like questionin'
Is there really a heaven? I'm gone

So, nigga, ask when they look at you
They see more than your physical
I think these drugs got me spiritual
These fuckin' drugs got me spiritual
Still young and dumb, going numb in my living room
Fuckin' drugs got me—
Drugs got me spiritual
Fuckin' drugs got me spiritual
When they look at you
Still young and dumb going numb in my motherfuckin' living room

My eyes lower than my bucket, bruh
Tryna' avoid my future turnin' grim while wylin' in this world of sin
Doing ninety switchin' lanes on the van wyck
Without a care, exhaling of the last hit
They wanna' know how from living, right?
Read between the lines, open your mind and see the world through my eyes
Weed by the zip extending my high
Mix the hoes and ice with balcony view to keep my mind tight
Back in the day, they tried to play me like a Sega
Now all these bitches throwing roses at me like I'm vega
Shit, I guess I came up from cheifin' on the dutch
And makin' Cali runs just to spend funds like I'm major
Motorola pagers on hipster neighborhood gangsters
Had me dreamin' at an early age to get this paper
Now we collecting pay cuts
Living out in London next stop is Italy the rest is iceberg history

So, nigga, ask when they look at you
They see more than your physical
I think these drugs got me spiritual
These fuckin' drugs got me spiritual
Still young and dumb, going numb in my living room
Fuckin' drugs got me—
Drugs got me spiritual
Fuckin' drugs got me spiritual
When they look at you
Still young and dumb going numb in my motherfuckin' living room

(Sounds like music to me)