Song: Lithium
Written by Toussaint Morrison
If I close my eyes it won’t be for sleep
If I come back, it won’t be for peace
My brother Steve asked me how you hustle harder without gettin’
your hands dirty
I told him “I don’t know, I haven’t planned past thirty”
I courted Death herself, we’re past flirtin’
But told her I can’t go Thanos or mass murder
It’s easy to see hype’s a fast worker
When the audience can’t see past the curtain
Suicide’s on the same side of certain
The only difference is the other doesn’t plan further
I stand firm in the pasture of last worders,
Anticipating fellow working-class servers to go berserker
Table turn the burners, state it firm with purpose
And give it to’em with a vengeance in a whirling durbish
Black everything, black Jack Purcells
A half-a-step away from goin’ Josy Wales
The liquor store turned holy grail
In a middle class heaven built on a homeless hell
And I’m headed to the bar to write, café’s closed
I don’t mind the pub coffee tastin’ luke warm and sinful
I sip slow, they say the end is close
I tell’em what’s the hold up, somebody get it goin’
I got peeps on meth cos’ they can’t afford the heroin
Shin splints walkin’ up and down Lake st.
Rehab and roof, he doesn’t care for it
Smiles, and says he’ll kill a man to make ends meet
I smile back, cos’ it’s my only move
Who am I to keep him from takin’ a nap in a burning room
No one said you had to give a fuck
But don’t act like the gutter’s what you want
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Chorus
If I close my eyes it won’t be for sleep
If I come back it won’t be for peace
I came to do what I came to do
And that ain’t to prove to the likes of you
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Ashley says I have a dissociative disorder
I check out at the moment’s it’s most important
So, for now I’ll let crazy call me crazy
Give’er my name, and tell her “Google me, maybe”
Nothin’ short of lighting fires at the gas station
I can introduce to new methods of rehabilitation
Introduce you to the darkside of the darkside of makin’
Decisions that’ll resonate you long after you cremation
This is happening, there’s no damage controllin’ it
The diagnosis doesn’t match the dosage
Save your street credit, I work for the hopeless
Rock-bottom-state-of-mind rollin’ stoners
Turn the volume down and the noise to dead
I can hear you ‘less you speak over the voices in my head
You wanna chat about divine logic
First, explain to me 4-year olds on anti-psychotics
Chorus
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