Been Woozy So Long, Started Believing I'm Weezy.

Excuse me Mr World; but can i conquer you tomorrow?
Todays too much, goodbyes just bring sorrow.
And If I stay up now; I'll just stay so low.
Wings have been clipped but yet I still fly solo. And so slow.
Caffiene makes me move;
Valium just helps to sooth.
Weed blurs the clarity;
Sippin Patron loosing gravity,
When it's time to close my eyes,
Purple syrup a perfect disguise.
Spitting out line after line.
Inhaling time after time.
Been so long, forgot this body was mine.

Also - Decided today that I'm going to use Cooper Carter for Dj'ing.

And I'm using "The Mash Up of The Messed Up" and if you fucking touch it - I'll kill you. Thanks.