Buggin' Out - Apathy

As I inhale in this smoke, it’s so potent I’m chokin'

I’m chill but at jail, I realize that I’m open

My actions are slowin', my eyes become slanted

I’m laughin' but growin' inside me is panic

I push it back, keep my feet firm on this planet

I’ll master my high if I just understand it

It’s sweatin' my palms and I can’t feel my arms

I’m crazy numb from my feet up to my cranium

I’m sit-sittin' up, get-gettin' up, drink-drinkin' down then spittin' up

I don’t don’t even know how much time when by since we lit it up

This is the reason I stopped puffin' trees

And I’m freakin' out feels like my mouth isn’t breathin'

My heart is racin'

Pulmonating

People are talkin' but what are they saying?

I don’t care, I can admit it

As soon as I lit it, I shouldn’t of hit it

I’m so fucking paranoid, right now I hate it

It’s probably some slay shit but I think they laced it

And who’s to be trusted?

It might not be dusted

I don’t know who rolled it, but still I just puffed it

I’m buggin' the fuck out

This has to be wet

Cause everything now has this glassy effect

I’m mal-ma-malfunctioning, breaking down again

(Yo, Ap chill the FUCK out)

I got to lay down again

Wishin' I never inhaled it, I’m hearin' shit

Scared of shit

Sounds like I’m speaking in Arabic

Every second I’m bugging out, I get a grip, I’ll never smoke this shit

So potent, approaching the point where I might flip

I’m slowly relaxin', they told me this happens

When people who smoke loose control of their actions

I am so fucked up

Not feelin' this, chill with this son

I’m simply not built for this