Land of the Lotus Eaters

[Intro: Smoke]
So high, so high, so high
Yeah

[Verse]
So high, I might fly away
So high, I might die today
So high, I might arrive in space
So high, I feel it in my face
So high, I think this shit is laced
So high that I feel displaced
So high, I think my mind erased
So high, it got a better taste
So high—ahem! Damn, my throat dry
So high, I need my four-five
So high, it feels like I'm being controlled by the most high
I'm so high, that it opened up my third eye
I'm so high, that I'm lookin' down from a bird eye
I'm so high, feel like I could never be hurt by
Your foolish weapon, mortal peasant, bow before a god
Or face the firing squad or the lightning from the rod
See, I came up out that water like a damn Alaskan cod
A few masked in a facade, fakе niggas built like hoes
Real niggas taught to stay on our toеs
And raise the forty to foes, all lies are told behind closed doors
[?] the truth is exposed
So what, I'm supposed to fall short of my opposition?
When the shit in my composition is my ambition
As a motherfuckin' rider, I'm so high
Ain't notice that I pocketed your lighter
I'm so high, I swear that this bitch pussy feel tighter
Can you get a dime? Sure you can, like Street Fighter
Man of my rhymes but I'm not a rapper
'Cause my life is like a movie, so I'm more of a screenwriter
I dream brighter, shades on at night, halo on my head
Pistol on my right, forgive me heavenly father
I showed him to the light, it was only right
It was only right