Get High

I wanna get high… So… high… Light it up. Spark it up. Lookin’ out my window, what do I see? A wall of red static lookin’ back at me. Got the bowl, got the soul, got the rhythm in the pot, Hear the bass kickin’ in, gettin’ heavy, gettin’ hot. I-I-I-I-I WANNA GET… HIGH! I-I-I-I-I WANNA GET… HIGH! Exhale the soul, inhale the lead, Got a thousand tiny sirens screamin' inside my head! SMELL THE SHIT. SPARK THE SHIT. RIP THE SHIT. HIT THE SHIT. I’m on a level where the gravity is breakin' the floor, Give me the herb, then give me some more! More-more-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo- The room is spinning backwards. I can’t feel my hands. The smoke is made of velvet. The bass is made of sand. Yes, I smell the shit… Yes, I smell the… Yes, I… PUT THE CHROME TO THE DOME. BLOW THE BRAINS OUT THE BONE. HIGH. HIGH. HIGH. HIGH. Lookin’ out my— See the— I wanna get— Spark it up… IM_Y_IN_ID