HALLUCINATION by Cweed The Potato Lyrics
VERSE
Hallucination
Making me feel dizzy
Wait sorry I’m a bit busy
Drink some fizzy
Feeling a bit tipsy
(ahh)
First experience
I can’t tell the difference
It’s like I’m walking up to heaven
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
(8)
Illusions
There is no proper solution
Feels like I’m in the ocean
Water everywhere
Everything in slow motion
Also feels like I’m in the galaxy
But actually it’s nothing
I’m just trusting
But I’m not judging
(ACHOO)
Sorry… had to sneeze
It’s like 38 degrees
I’ll have to seize all the money
Please don’t take it, Mr. Easter Bunny
Sorry… he’s a bit chubby and he thinks hе’s funny…
(Haha)
This is breathtaking
This is groundbreaking
Better have some good decision making
I’m boutta debunk the history
It’s a mystery
Might have to attend a liturgy
Hopefully its a victory
But ill have to see
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet
Gotta isolate the violence
CHORUS
Is this a hallucination
Gassed up like a gas station
Dark in here gonna need some illumination
Shut up, I’ll make you dead
I’m sorry for what I just said
It’s getting late better go to bed
(Zzz)
Everything is a rainbow
I can hear a banjo
In the distance
Why do I existence
Netherite armor with resistance
I think I need your assistance
I’m at the top
I’m a numerator
The greater
Begone hater
Don’t be a traitor
I’m so smart that I use a calculator
Silent like link, (shh)
I need time to think
If you can’t swim, you will sink
That’s physics
Gonna blow up the clinics
Don’t backstab like akechi (gun noise with mouth)
You don’t know me
Don’t need a referee
And I don’t have a she
Don’t mistake me for a dummy
And I don’t play any rugby
You ugly (jk stop crying Oml)
Social distance, don’t touch me
SHORT VERSE
Feels like I’m in a hallucination
And we aren’t leaving till are goal is done
If you see a missle, then run
Use a bat to get a home run
It’s just begun
Gotta reload my shotgun
Coz I keep on improving
Please, don’t start a school shooting
And I won’t be losing
Because I keep on producing
These fire songs
Fly to space like Neil Armstrong’s
Gonna pick up spaghetti with tongs
We ain’t no swans
Hallucination
Making me feel dizzy
Wait sorry I’m a bit busy
Drink some fizzy
Feeling a bit tipsy
(ahh)
First experience
I can’t tell the difference
It’s like I’m walking up to heaven
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
(8)
Illusions
There is no proper solution
Feels like I’m in the ocean
Water everywhere
Everything in slow motion
Also feels like I’m in the galaxy
But actually it’s nothing
I’m just trusting
But I’m not judging
(ACHOO)
Sorry… had to sneeze
It’s like 38 degrees
I’ll have to seize all the money
Please don’t take it, Mr. Easter Bunny
Sorry… he’s a bit chubby and he thinks hе’s funny…
(Haha)
This is breathtaking
This is groundbreaking
Better have some good decision making
I’m boutta debunk the history
It’s a mystery
Might have to attend a liturgy
Hopefully its a victory
But ill have to see
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet
Gotta isolate the violence
CHORUS
Is this a hallucination
Gassed up like a gas station
Dark in here gonna need some illumination
Shut up, I’ll make you dead
I’m sorry for what I just said
It’s getting late better go to bed
(Zzz)
Everything is a rainbow
I can hear a banjo
In the distance
Why do I existence
Netherite armor with resistance
I think I need your assistance
I’m at the top
I’m a numerator
The greater
Begone hater
Don’t be a traitor
I’m so smart that I use a calculator
Silent like link, (shh)
I need time to think
If you can’t swim, you will sink
That’s physics
Gonna blow up the clinics
Don’t backstab like akechi (gun noise with mouth)
You don’t know me
Don’t need a referee
And I don’t have a she
Don’t mistake me for a dummy
And I don’t play any rugby
You ugly (jk stop crying Oml)
Social distance, don’t touch me
SHORT VERSE
Feels like I’m in a hallucination
And we aren’t leaving till are goal is done
If you see a missle, then run
Use a bat to get a home run
It’s just begun
Gotta reload my shotgun
Coz I keep on improving
Please, don’t start a school shooting
And I won’t be losing
Because I keep on producing
These fire songs
Fly to space like Neil Armstrong’s
Gonna pick up spaghetti with tongs
We ain’t no swans