Through your eyes we're all the same,
Through your eyes you think we're all the same,
Through your eyes we're all the same,
(Chorus X2)
Through your eyes you think we're all the same(tell me can you see me now?),
Through your eyes we're all the same(t-t-t-tell me can you see me now?),
I'm an optical illiusion,
your expectaions of awaiting stones like medusa,
lashing at me ripping out my mortal being,
but the foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling,
everything has and end,now let's pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine,
make me feel better again, make me feel better than them,
or true or false sitting together again,
I can't despise the way you capitalize,
on those situations the way you always seem to,
It's been no surprise the way you speak those lies,
reassuring and convincing yourself that I'm sombody too, but I'm not,
see you wouldn't comprehend this insignificant magic inside,
but you wouldn't realize,
that if I was looking through your eyes then I would wanna die,
(Chorus X2)
I need the bogs and jungles and planets that you ain't never heard of,
sit with gorillas in the mist and blaze the herb up,
my thoughts are fixed with a 12 gauge,
my skin is all covered in paint from head to toe to hide me from the sun rays,
my wicked ways will be the death of ya'll,
my reflection is your curtain call, bless us father hear us all,
my contemplations are premeditated, I'm heavily medicated,
I can't handle so I blaze hte weed,
and I give a fuck less bitches if you're hating me,
just wait and see turn full circle and bottom again,
lookin up watchin the clouds turn purple, like your back ass out,
I thought I told you mother fuckers bitch we dont die,
(Chorus X2)
I ain't the one to blow your head off to the scapegoat,
the one you bitches blame cuz you're sinking in your boat,
bitch I'll slit your god damn throat and leave you twitching,
Twiztid ain't the reason that you're ass is bull shitting,
(radio) they scared of playin us,
underground bitches, there ain't no love for the famous,
get your ropes and cut quick low maintenance,
sittin in the dark and I don't got to make the playlist,
Effortless excuses, my bad,
for why they don't saturate situations for they nooses,
and who are we to call you out,
we done heard all the stories and don't know what they talkin bout,
I'm not a puppet so don't pull my strings,
I don't need nobody to try and hold me, console me, control me, shit,
you're the one tryin to change me and make me into something that I'm not
(Chorus X4)