Aubergine

Psychiatry started exploring these methods in the nineteenth century

Charcot was interested in the, in the psychiatric disorder called hysteria

And he began using hypnosis, uh, to command away symptoms

Whether these people actually have visions of a past life is not the point

They believe they do

Condition, fortress and convention

Force [?] an entrance, a door

But there were other senses

This is vision with a vengeance

This is radical ascension

This is one for me, Kendrick, where you at?

This is breath for the winded, clarity is conflicted

Smokin' [?] then I listen

In the valley, intervention

Take my time, for a spell being strengthened

A renewal, I reflect, I remember

I been gassed, I been runnin' off potential

On a path, I might fast, sweep the temple

Mop the floor, wipe the window

Life before life essential

I'm in the now, I'm in the now

I'm in the now, I'm in the now

In the space, searching central, keepin' tempo

Can't complain, it's the sun I resemble

Many color streaks, sky to the East, rise to the peak

Pink hue like heat peak synthesis

Star circle my vicinity

If you givin', give it willingly

This'll cleansify your [?]

Purified by the ocean

Fully charged, I'm a sun, I'm a star

I got range, I know just who I are

Weave what he want and it's still on the one

'Cause I wander, don't mean that I'm lost

'Cause I wonder, don't mean that I'm stumped

Bending wills to exactly what I want

I've been hunted, I've been shielded, I feel love here

I feel love here, I feel love here

I feel love here

With the truthfulness, which impressed you, would be ideal

Almost that he himself would just return from the journey

Existed only in his imagination

I send brothers to the store, I keep something in the cupboard

I'm stubborn, I am my mother's love measured in eyedroppers

Burnt rubber from the coppers

The eye doctor left shocked, my third eye

Don't believe me? Just watch my chakras (Still hot at night)

Shots pop in the hills of Caracas

Nxgroes shoot for the top, I always had poor posture

Traps packed with dead lobsters, bottom feeders

Doped in grappa, basic, penne alla vodka

You order off the menu, chef hand made me latkes

I don't care, I don't be counting niggas pockets

Westworld, n!ggas re-rebooting, recyclin' the same shooting

Rappers tired, inertia the only thing keep 'em movin'

Glassy-eyed in the stu', that street, date looming (You know who)

Toast coriander and cumin

Crush fragrance, slow circular movements

In the garden, nascent, she let me ate it, I'm only human

You're old and dry

Combien de fois ?

I don't understand francais, je–

How many times?

Relax, relax, don't be frightened, it's fine

Will you come on a cruise with me to, um?

Only if I have the top bed

*Laughter*