[Intro]
Church
I think I got a high-dea
I do
[Verse]
Light on, hey, I think I got a high-dea
Wish a motherfucker would so I could start a fire here
Go grab a stick from a branch, sit with me on the ranch
And watch silhouettes slip around the corners, enough for you to come and see 'em well
Staircase squeakin', lights flicker when I say so
Angry and the bulbs blow, man, my house is mind blown
I conversate with walls, they talk back with the vibes
I connect better with silent structure 'cause the human lies
I be like fuck you, what you need? You can't get nothin' from me
You was talkin' shit, now I'm inside another human being
Well-rounded with the universe, can't wait to meet the other me
The one that tells me what goin' down from year 2043
Solitude is solitaire and not the game on pawpaw's Dell
Thinkin' 'bout it, I can smell the Winston Lights up in the air
Cock-a-doodle-doo, I'm the rooster and I don't die
Layne Staley of rap except weed's the reason that my brain's fried
Bitch, I got dope lines, image like a scarred face
I really fall asleep with AR-15s in my lap, mane
Somebody get the straitjacket, I love bein' straight ratchet
Bitches on my balls like Adidas shoes with a tennis racket
A-all-all day I dream about sound
I'm the sickness in the system generating tougher crowds
I ain't got a fanbase, I got a full equipped militia
Everybody a captain with R-H-E-C on their pistol, bitch
Creek-Creek Squad, Po-Po-Pond Creek Road
If you're feelin' froggy, motherfucker, I'm comin' down farmer's row
You better take a leap of faith, now look back and leave me alone
Do you like a dead pet and flush you down my own commode
Damn, son, what have I done? What state of mind have I tripped upon
I fell down a famous staircase and woke up in a damn Led Zeppelin song
Dropped Creeker on 4/20, blew some trees the night of my release
Went Top 40 in Europe, "Comment t'appelles-tu?" Bitch, I'm a beast
I'm a big train full of brain waves, couple folks 'round me got the same thing
But the conspiracy of the Illuminati gets all the credit, we get the blame
I ain't never seen no Baphomet, never been approached by Voldemort
Suck my magic wand made of skin that I acquired back when the lightnin' struck (*Lightning strike*)
And, uh, alohomora
Rappers out here carpoolin', runnin' low on gasoline
I'm two hundred on the highway, pool liner stitched in all my seats
Bitch I'm white trash, Mona Lisa between blue lines
Litter than a spoon blue flame from the moonshine
Been chasin' white lightnin', they been tipsy since I started sprintin'
They heard Opie whistlin' the 808's and I caught 'em squintin'
Tryna slick lean in and listen, see this belt? I'm championshipin'
Step into that writers round and Caleb Plant my competition
Church
I think I got a high-dea
I do
[Verse]
Light on, hey, I think I got a high-dea
Wish a motherfucker would so I could start a fire here
Go grab a stick from a branch, sit with me on the ranch
And watch silhouettes slip around the corners, enough for you to come and see 'em well
Staircase squeakin', lights flicker when I say so
Angry and the bulbs blow, man, my house is mind blown
I conversate with walls, they talk back with the vibes
I connect better with silent structure 'cause the human lies
I be like fuck you, what you need? You can't get nothin' from me
You was talkin' shit, now I'm inside another human being
Well-rounded with the universe, can't wait to meet the other me
The one that tells me what goin' down from year 2043
Solitude is solitaire and not the game on pawpaw's Dell
Thinkin' 'bout it, I can smell the Winston Lights up in the air
Cock-a-doodle-doo, I'm the rooster and I don't die
Layne Staley of rap except weed's the reason that my brain's fried
Bitch, I got dope lines, image like a scarred face
I really fall asleep with AR-15s in my lap, mane
Somebody get the straitjacket, I love bein' straight ratchet
Bitches on my balls like Adidas shoes with a tennis racket
A-all-all day I dream about sound
I'm the sickness in the system generating tougher crowds
I ain't got a fanbase, I got a full equipped militia
Everybody a captain with R-H-E-C on their pistol, bitch
Creek-Creek Squad, Po-Po-Pond Creek Road
If you're feelin' froggy, motherfucker, I'm comin' down farmer's row
You better take a leap of faith, now look back and leave me alone
Do you like a dead pet and flush you down my own commode
Damn, son, what have I done? What state of mind have I tripped upon
I fell down a famous staircase and woke up in a damn Led Zeppelin song
Dropped Creeker on 4/20, blew some trees the night of my release
Went Top 40 in Europe, "Comment t'appelles-tu?" Bitch, I'm a beast
I'm a big train full of brain waves, couple folks 'round me got the same thing
But the conspiracy of the Illuminati gets all the credit, we get the blame
I ain't never seen no Baphomet, never been approached by Voldemort
Suck my magic wand made of skin that I acquired back when the lightnin' struck (*Lightning strike*)
And, uh, alohomora
Rappers out here carpoolin', runnin' low on gasoline
I'm two hundred on the highway, pool liner stitched in all my seats
Bitch I'm white trash, Mona Lisa between blue lines
Litter than a spoon blue flame from the moonshine
Been chasin' white lightnin', they been tipsy since I started sprintin'
They heard Opie whistlin' the 808's and I caught 'em squintin'
Tryna slick lean in and listen, see this belt? I'm championshipin'
Step into that writers round and Caleb Plant my competition
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