🎤 Intro (Spoken – awkward, rambling) Yo… hold up. Wait. Am I high right now? Or am I just thinking about getting high… while I’m getting high? …Because I just hit this blunt… But I was also thinking about hitting the blunt… While hitting the blunt. That’s like pre-high. Is that a thing? Is that like… foreplay for weed? Wait… don’t answer that. Roll it. ⸻ Verse 1 I’m thinking about getting high while I’m actively high, Brain buffering twice like it’s lagging on Wi-Fi, Hit the blunt once, now I’m philosophizing life, Like “what if dogs think we’re the pets and we just pay rent in disguise?” I’m overanalyzing every drag that I inhale, Like is this one enlightened or am I just pale? Eyes red as hell, looking demonic in the mirror, Gave myself a pep talk like “bro, you look severe.” I be Googling dumb shit mid-session, “Can you overdose on vibes?” asking questions, Dropped the lighter, spent ten minutes searching, Whole time it’s in my lap — that’s concerning. Paranoia creeping like a ninja in socks, Heard the fridge make a noise, thought it called the cops, Texted Phantom “bro we straight?” he said “we good,” Then I reread it twelve times like I misunderstood. I’m meta with the smoke, double layered cognition, Thinking about thinking — that’s inception edition, High so advanced I need a license to function, My brain doing parkour off random assumptions. ⸻ Hook I’m thinking about getting high while I’m getting high, That’s some next-level stoner shit, don’t ask me why, I be planning my next hit mid-hit, oh my, Then I forget what I planned and I’m just that guy. Thinking about getting high while I’m getting high, Like I need a sequel to the prequel supply, Life slow motion but my thoughts on a fly, Man I swear I get smarter every time I get fried. ⸻ Verse 2 I start narrating life like it’s National Geo, “In his habitat, the stoner locates Doritos,” Got the munchies so aggressive it’s a hostile takeover, Ate a whole pizza slice folded inside another slice — that’s closure. I be making business plans I’ll never pursue, Like “What if we made weed for when you’re high times two?” Call it “Higher,” sell it in a hologram jar, Then I forget how to spell my own name — R… uh… R. Confidence jumps irrationally strong, I start thinking I could freestyle for 47 songs, Then I record one verse and I’m outta breath, Sound like I just ran a marathon of regret. I tried to meditate but I fell in a snack bag, Chip dust on my shirt like a veteran patch, Told myself “discipline,” then ordered fast food, Delivery guy judging my existential mood. I’m deep in my thoughts like “what even is time?” But I can’t find my phone and it’s playing online, I got so high I impressed myself twice, Like “damn I’m a genius” — then I microwave ice. Phantom said “bro you fried,” I said “define fried,” Is it cooked to perfection or mentally tied? We debating semantics with smoke in the sky, While thinking about getting high… while we high. ⸻ Hook (Outro) I’m thinking about getting high while I’m getting high, Looping my brain like a stoner supply, Pre-game the pre-game just to amplify, Man I swear I’m a scholar when my eyes low and dry. Thinking about getting high while I’m getting high, If there’s levels to this, I’m level five, Planning my next hit mid-hit, that’s why, I stay thinking about getting high… while I’m high.
