[Hook]
Carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
Carcinogenic, carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
Carcinogenic, carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
[Verse 1]
This my last letter to my loved ones
It says sayonara, it was nice to meet ya
I'm at the mountain top with warm green pastures
Or the purgatory as my life flashes
I close my eyes and take a deep breathe
I'm screaming "fuck the world!" I don't need stress
So I'ma cock the pistol then I pull the trigger until I flat-line and I breathe less
My God, you left a nigga terrified, mentally paralyzed, stuck in a paradigm
And I can't sleep, I need more pills, I'm havin' nightmares, it seems so real
From havin' premonitions of an early death
To gettin' no rest like an insomniac
Give me a prophylactic and a Cognac
That shit'll calm me down and keep my soul intact
And as a matter of fact, I'ma toe this line
'69 psychedelics try to bring back that feelin' of real
That's all that people used to feel
When music was from the soul, and money didn't control the arts
A sick integrity compromisin' the quality
Profitizing from all hypocrisy and your honesty
Givin' you my opinion for feelin' indifferent honestly
Prayin' I'm only judged for the way I sound sonically
Carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
Carcinogenic, carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
Carcinogenic, carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
I'm inhalin' fumes that are carcinogenic
[Verse 1]
This my last letter to my loved ones
It says sayonara, it was nice to meet ya
I'm at the mountain top with warm green pastures
Or the purgatory as my life flashes
I close my eyes and take a deep breathe
I'm screaming "fuck the world!" I don't need stress
So I'ma cock the pistol then I pull the trigger until I flat-line and I breathe less
My God, you left a nigga terrified, mentally paralyzed, stuck in a paradigm
And I can't sleep, I need more pills, I'm havin' nightmares, it seems so real
From havin' premonitions of an early death
To gettin' no rest like an insomniac
Give me a prophylactic and a Cognac
That shit'll calm me down and keep my soul intact
And as a matter of fact, I'ma toe this line
'69 psychedelics try to bring back that feelin' of real
That's all that people used to feel
When music was from the soul, and money didn't control the arts
A sick integrity compromisin' the quality
Profitizing from all hypocrisy and your honesty
Givin' you my opinion for feelin' indifferent honestly
Prayin' I'm only judged for the way I sound sonically
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