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Time To Get High
- Yo, I listened to "No Worries" by Wayne, nothing been the same,
- why I put my ears on it, just to get high and sang, this is my lion roar,
- for the game, I fly my portions to Spain, Portugal and, UK,
- time for to force my whole brain, to get grounded by more assortments of drink,
- nine nine, I ride Norse and they came for my pain, Viking tore the gang into
- a ash they remain, back to back with the slang, howdy partner you there,
- my adolescents, who had to get it, the master teller, the pastors of story,
- gory, when Ambers yell it, sacrificial, the cat's are pistols, they aimed their words,
- they slurs are burden, you know why I had to learn to not care about people,
- blast them to who, ask who badder than Shaq or Ferb, can this loaded weapon
- aim at your bachelor's, the first degree murder, I heard now that's a nurse,
- strike the heart, and write the bong that I say live on, and pass the raw,
- sometimes, my mind had fentanyl, that's why I rap so often,
- my heart's in a coffin, my soul's in the loft and,
- I'm just trying to find a way out, without the coughing,
- the laughter, the smothering, the love that I've been forgotten,
- got me sipping on the sorrow, till tomorrow, when I wake up and borrow,
- more smiles from the mirror, like I'm Robin Hood, minus the quiver,
- but with a good attitude, I shoot my truth through the liver,
- not tell who shoots it quicker it's D.
- Hook:
- masochist, battling all my facture, let's get messed up,
- all over the brain, we hit it till, it fits construction,
- nothing, the blunt is something, but the nonsense,
- is in this world, I'm no husband, ammo is running out,
- my mind is jumping, high timing for writing, my eye
- are dumping cyanide and meth, the death, a threat,
- next to bed with my ex, is a flex on that,
- the rest is rats, the hectic bat and smash the best
- in a wrecking match, fire up, because I came to blast.
- Verse 2:
- I'm a mad hatter, with a hat that's full of shattered,
- dreams and schemes, that's what it seems, but really, I'm just after,
- some peace, a slice of heaven, or the quiet before the storm,
- I'm a tornado, you know, with a heart so warm, but so torn,
- like the fabric of society, I'm on a quest for sanity,
- but all I get is the vanity of the modern norm,
- I'm a phantom, in a room full of ghosts, trying to get my story told,
- like a poet, with a quill made of gold, but the ink is so cold,
- like my heart, when it gets dark, in this world,
- where love is bought, like a cart of milk at the store,
- I'm just a boy, lost in the city, looking for a girl,
- who's got the key to my soul, not a locksmith or a whirl,
- wind, but a pearl, a pearl that's not for sale,
- that's what I call, a fair deal, my heart's on the line,
- like a tightrope walker, in the middle of a battlefield,
- I'm riding high, like a Ferris wheel, but it feels like a riddle,
- a puzzle, wrapped in a mystery, in the middle of a fiddle,
- with the devil, playing me like a fiddle, but I'm the fiddle,
- that won't break, I'm made of steel, like a knight,
- but my armor is fake, it's just a shell,
- and inside I'm just trying to keep it real, like a USB plug,
- in the computer, I'm trying to connect,
- to some happiness, some love, some respect,
- but all I get is this cocky, brash, and unhinged effect,
- it's a defect, but I wear it like a necklace,
- because in this world, you either win or you're a reject,
- and I've been both, but I still reflect, master of this pen,
- angels cries, when I'm next to death, going crazy off the rip now who's next, it's me homes.
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