Markings - You Can Tell That I'm High lyrics

[Hook: Markings] Surely you can tell that I'm high From the glimmer and the look in my eye Ain't gonna stop I'm on my way to the top Spraying shots like: No I ain't gonna stop I'm on my way to the top... [Verse 1: Markings] I'm a slave to the rhythm and the flickering lights Hot summers Long days turn to blistering nights To get paid is the mission in life I get it in Never fell for a b**h ruses I'm a veteran Like Rick Rubin Hard rock Skip to the car lot Shorty in the pa**enger seat Making my balls drop I give a f** about a dress code Push it to its threshold All up in her neck (whoa) Now we're by the sweatbox And I just got my rocks off Notice how her breath knocks? (ugh) Talk about a bad case of halitosis Mad powdered noses Riding on the whitest horse E-pill poppers Draining fluid from their spinal cord Like: baby we can do it 'til your whole vagina sore That's when I set my sights on the temptress Restless Waiting in the line-up for the guest list Check it [Verse 2: Jus Frais] b**h I'm climbing Get your claws up out of my coat tails I'm flying high Sailing with no sails Money is time I cannot spare no change Not share no days All glory, no blaze I'm sorry No I ain't What the f** was I thinking? Tripping over you like: what the f** was I drinking? What am I do to but s** it up and keep building Hit the drawing board and draw some more Like I don't give a f** Be grinning Keep winning Never looking back As long as the globe be spinning Keep it raw and keep it honest That's why they say he different That and the fact I'm batsh** nuts Cooky You stupid I'm minted: loony I meant it, dukie When I spit it like a loogie You be hollering for God like all them little broads When my dick is in the coochie I don't give a single dookie who you are or where you're coming from I just see the top of your heads Down there, from up above