ChronicIntoxication

Chronic Intoxication - Nieve/Cook

Yo it's a chronic intoxication

The rhythms of the mind got your heartbeat racing

Yo it's a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits never stop so place up

Yo it's a chronic intoxication

The music of the mind got your heartbeat racing

Said that it's a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits so you'll never stop

This reminds me of old times a mind is a terrible thing

I never thought that I'd rise to be a lyrical king

But yo to everyone's surprise I'm alive and kicking

Got a voyeuristic mind I gotta watch what I'm thinking

My reflections are eternal Kweli told me once in a song

It might as well have been a gift from the gods

There's certain lessons that I've taken to the grave

Yo enough of it all give me the ball

Let me take it to the pain

I don't feel any pain I won't suffer defeat

The word is on the street that you worry bout Nieve

The world is at his feet that one two that you had to run through

Put you in a coma you can't come to

Look at what you done to me

Turned me from an everyday beauty to a modern day beast

Yo they call it a disease I say it's from the earth

So I breathe let me be yo you know what it be

Yo it's a chronic intoxication

The rhythms of the mind got your heartbeat racing

Yo it's a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits never stop so place up

Yo it's a chronic intoxication

The music of the mind got your heartbeat racing

Said that it's a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits so you'll never stop

I'm living quicker than the grey snow

Race through the wrinkles in time

My blurred vision keeps me blind from a beautiful mind

I can't capture any words along my way throughout these chapters

Trapped behind the back page cascades of past ways

And young thoughts we used to have those big smiles

We were still so many miles from a broken heart

But nowadays we never think about the change

Really know what we've became really ain't the same

I remember all the spread big buildings on the corner

Used to stop the traffic when we held the microphone up

Although I was a phony I cuffed hands in a tight fist

And they believed that a microphone exist

We would spin till the daylight dropped

Philosophize about our day contemplate it on the way to the park

The wait of the dark is easy homie sit and relax

Find the light though is really the task puff to that

Yo it's a chronic intoxication

The rhythms of the mind got your heartbeat racing

Yo it's a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits never stop so place up

Yo it's a chronic intoxication

The music of the mind got your heartbeat racing

Said that it's a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits so you'll never stop

I need a little bit more won't get rid of it all