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.