Tragic, tragic, tragic (Tragic)
Feels like magic
That I had it now and now its gone
I count to one
And feel my lungs
Twitch and gurgle just for fun
Tragic, tragic, tragic (Tragic)
Feels like magic
That I had it now and now its gone
I count to one
And feel my lungs
Twitch and gurgle just for fun
Acting so dumb when you're tryna be smart
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Acting so dumb when you're tryna be smart
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop
Tragic, tragic, tragic
I got what I want
I got what I want
Always win the last one
And if you think that you're number one
Hit you with the clip, my tragedy on playback
I got what I want
I got what I want
Got what I want
I always win the last one
And if you think that you're number one
Hit you with the clip, my tragedy on playback
Acting so dumb when you're trying to be smart
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Acting so dumb when you're trying to be smart
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop
(The chemicals in the mushrooms, I think, will offer us another tool by which we can explore)
(The mechanisms and the capabilities for the mind of man)
Let us play a game now
That makes me get what I get, what I get, when I get it
We laid down too many times, their hands are all upon us
We laid down too many times
It's not the things I lack
True position
New position
In the putrid sack
