HI-DEAS 3
Church i think I got a high-dea
I do
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
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
Huh
And the new (Church, Church, Church, Church)
Haha, think I got a high-dea
Stone, baby, Stone huh
Stone, baby, Stone stone
Stone