Mental Clarity Is a Luxury I Can't Afford

Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out (you did good, $lick)
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out (it's a smash)
I'm so hi-hi-high
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Smoked out, loced out, loced out, smoked out, loced out
I'm so, I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
Hey, hey, hey

I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y
Whole gang 59 and that's 'til we die (gang, gang, gang)
W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, snort an M-3-0
Mane, your gang don't want the smoke
Still pissed at my daddy, that he nutted in my momma (fuck)
Crashing 911's, boy, I'm feeling like Osama (yeah)
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm fuckin' out of reach (north, north)

Arnold Palmer with the Wock' on the Eastern bloc (north, north)
In my purse I keep a mini Glock, hopin' that they try (north, north)
Skip off singin', "La-di-da", while their body rot (north, north)
In the hemi, how you like me now?
Reaper screamin' "Stop!"

Hundred-twenty months (what?), ten years independent (yeah)
Divide that by a hundred mil', the price for my appearance
Dollar sign, no clearance (yeah), the B now stands for business (for what?)
Fuck the industry 'cause G*59 is for the children (yeah, what?)

Hit 95 down I-10, heading downtown
Shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit
Six lanes swerving, she concerned about my driving
Blow out the smoke
She know, the acid make my eyes spin, yuh (what the fuck?)

Took the Tchoup Exit off of Rainbow Road
Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
So I pulled the fuck over to watch the Range Rover glow
Laughing, as I watch it burn, but no, that ain't no joke

I got the keys now (I got the keys now)
I do, what I please now (I do, what I please now)
I can feel that breeze now (I can feel that breeze now)
But when that wind picks up again, I'll be ready
I hold my own weight, I'm heavy (yeah)

I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless flood (blanco)
Forest fires, earthquakes and an avalanche of fucking mud (blanco)
Alias known as plague, I fuck shit up, then shrug and walk away (blanco)
A trail of chaos, loss and pain, I'll bite the dust and spit out stains

Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
I'm so hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-high