I’m Way Too Lifted (Intro) (soft female hum – ooh-ooh… dreamy and swirling) I swear I wasn’t even tryna get this high tonight Took one little hit… (just one… echo) Next thing I know the ceiling’s breathing, my couch is flirting And my cat’s giving me that all-knowing stare If you’re floating right there with me (e-le-va-ted… soft layers) This one’s for you Oh no… (oh no-ooh…) I’m already lifted Verse 1 Man, I think I took too much… Was chillin’ on the couch, now I’m floating somewhere above it Tried to text my friend “help” but my thumbs invented new spellings Phone screen staring back like it’s disappointed in my choices Why am I burning up (burning up…) Why am I freezing cold (freezing cold…) Why did my cat just wink like he’s holding all my secrets Oh no… (oh no-ooh…) I’m way too lifted (too lifted…) Hook I’m way too lifted, way too lifted (way too lifted…) Thought I’d keep it easy but the vibe got shifted (got shifted…) Now I’m in the kitchen tryna solve everyday physics Like… why does water pour in such slow motion (slow motion… slow motion…) I’m way too lifted (too lifted…) Verse 2 Tried to make a snack but forgot what snacks even are Opened the fridge and just stood there like it was a masterpiece Then a funky bassline slipped out from the ceiling fan Had me two-stepping with the broom like we’re in our own private jam My dog walked in (walked in…) Saw the chaos (the chaos…) Turned right around like “I’m not joining this fever dream” Oh no… (oh no-ooh…) I’m way too lifted (too lifted…) Hook I’m way too lifted, way too lifted (way too lifted…) Planned on staying mellow but the groove insisted (groove insisted…) Now I’m spilling deep thoughts to my toaster Like… “bro, why you always pop up so aggressive” (aggressive… aggressive…) I’m way too lifted (too lifted…) Bridge Heard my couch whisper “sit down, trouble” (sit down, trouble… soft female) So I tried… but forgot how sitting actually works Now I’m half-sunk, half-floating Perched like a confused flamingo (flamin-go… ooh…) Right in my own living room Verse 3 Turned on the TV thinking it would ground me — bad idea Cooking show simmering soup and I got lost in the broth philosophy Hit pause… stared hard… realized the remote was in my other hand the whole time (whole time…) Then I laughed until my ribs hurt Oh no… (oh no-ooh…) I’m way too lifted (too lifted…) Final Hook I’m way too lifted, way too lifted (way too lifted…) Oregon Funk hit deep and my brain fully shifted (fully shifted…) Tried to be productive but the high straight resisted (vibe resisted…) Now I’m just laughing at myself in this hazy glow (hazy glow…) I’m way too lifted (too lifted…) (Outro) (music strips down to sparse drums, bass, and soft female echoes… vinyl crackle) Somebody tell this room to settle down I’m tryna stand up… But my knees are on strike My toaster’s still side-eyeing me My broom’s still got the moves And I’m way too lifted to pretend I’m normal tonight Oh no… (oh no-ooh… fading) I’m way too lifted (too lifted… too lifted… fade out)
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