[Verse #1]
Cloud 9, I sound high, when I rap
It's actually because I'm tired because I'm up till around 5
Writing lyrics, making beats
And continuing the cycle
I'm so psycho so I don't know why I'm even aloud to drive
It's like everybody only sees my ghoulish side
But nobody understands, that all I got is foolish pride
My life is do or die
I'm soon to rise, to the bluer skies
I'm doomed you guys, But you don't understand, only a few realize
I'm always mad and distressed
I have been the best, since day 1
In 2011, I'm bound for rejection
Not sad or upset
Because there's no reason to be just whining ‘bout nothing
I'm fighting and shoving, to get to the top
When everyone else's strategies are just lighting and puffing
I'm writing but suffering
From all of the motherf**ing pain kept
I had a chance on my tracks, but the train left
I thought everything was gonna be smooth sailing
But the terrain's wet, so I fell and got my brain wrecked
When I'm done all I wanna f**ing hear is silence
I got anger issues; I don't fear the violence
And I won't stop till I f**ing hear the sirens
Wail behind me, this track is a sincere a**ignment
If you guys heard all of my recycled raps
Then you might go back, and pay attention closely
To the meaning of life, because you never know when it's gonna end
You never know when the light-bulb snaps
I don't care how much motherf**ing time elapsed
Because I feel now….. That I just might collapse,.
[Chorus]
I'm in a state of perfect happiness
I feel like I'm on laughy gas
I just sit here and relax on the gra**
I'm in a state of perfect happiness
I could sleep in a taxi cab
And just sit there in the backseat pa**ed
I'm in a state of perfect happiness
I feel like I'm on laughy gas
I just sit here and relax on the gra**
I'm in a state of perfect happiness
I could sleep in a taxi cab
And just sit there in the backseat pa**ed, uh
[Verse #2]
Nobody can get here on my level
I hate as much as Meghan Trainer despises treble
You guys are pebbles, compared to me
Until you guys, just realize, that I'm a rebel
f** the industry, I choose to be underground
You little b**hes could lose to the thunder sound
I drink booze then I run around
Jk I stay clean, you guys think I'm stupid?
Well look, who is the dumber now
I'll gun you down, if you try climbing this ladder
My rhymin' is phatter
My favourite thing to do is finding his splattered
Brains all over the floor, f**, my mind is so scattered
I got hidden messages in my sh**, f**, my lines just have patterns
My motto motherf**er: Mind over matter
Freestyle during a skype call
From the morning, until the f**in night falls
Cause I have so much ideas, after using up 100 notebooks, I just start to write on walls
I'm light and small, but still you can't compete with me
If you try, then I'll never f**in leave you be
Until I beat your a** down drinking sweetened tea
I can change my pitch, tone, and my frequency
The decency I have, is rare and little
You dare to wiggle, past me
Then I'll tear the middle, of your chest
I'm f**ing gory, before I chop you up I'll make you just answer riddles
If you get them wrong then I'll k** you before your chair could jiggle
I'm unfair to cripples, I'll knock out there front tires, lean ‘em back and send them down a hill
I'm such a f**ing sociopath, I'm jack motherf**er and I'm drowning jill
I sound so ill, but f** it I go a thousand bars
Longer, but I'm gonna end this sh** now man, cya b**hes im going back to mars
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