Through your eyes you think we’re all the same   Through your eyes we’re all the same   Through your eyes you think we’re all the same   Through your eyes we’re all the same     [Chorus (2x):]  Through your eyes you think we’re all the same (Tell me can you see me now?)   Through your eyes we’re all the same   (t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tell me can you see me now?)     I’m an optical illusion   Your expectations of me awaiting stone like Medusa   Lashing at me ripping out my mortal being   But your foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling   Everything has an end   Now let’s pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine   Make me feel better again   Made me feel better than them   Or true or false sitting together again   I can’t despise the way you capitalize   On situations the way you always seem to   It's been a surpise the way you speak those lies   Reassuring and convincing me that I’m somebody, too   But I’m not   See, you wouldn’t comprehend this   Insignificant magic deep within, inside   But you wouldn’t realize   That if I was looking through your eyes then I would wanna die     [Chorus (2x)]    I need the bogs and jungles and planets that you ain’t never heard of   Sit with gorillas in the mist and blaze the herb up   My thoughts are fixed with a 12 gauge   My skin is all covered in paint from head to toe trying to hide me from the sun rays   My wicked ways will be death of y’all   My reflection is your curtain call   Bless me father, hear us all   My contemplations premeditated   I’m heavily medicated   Into the underground is what I’m dedicated   I can’t handle so I blaze the weed   And I give a fuck less bitches if ya hating me   Just wait and see in turn full circle on the bottom again   Lookin up watching all the clouds   Turn purple, like your back ass out   I thought I told y’all motherfuckers, bitch we don’t die     [Chorus 2x]    I ain’t the one to blow your head off to the scapegoat   The one you bitches blame cause you sinking in your boat   Bitch I slit your god damn throat   And leave ya twitching   Twiztid ain’t the reason why yo ass bullshitting   [RADIO]  Them scared of playing us   Underground bitches, it ain’t no love for the famous   Get your ropes cut quick, low maintenance   Sitting in the dark and I ain’t got to make the playlist     Effortless excuses (my bad)   For why they don’t saturate situations for they nooses   And who are we to go and call you out?   We done heard all the stories and don’t what the fuck they talking about   I’m not a puppet, so don’t pull my strings   I don’t need nobody trying to hold me, console me, control me, shit   You’re the one trying to change me, make me into something that I’m not     [Chorus (4x)]