Hideas 3

Church i think I got a high-dea I do Light on, hey I think I got a high-dea Wish a motherfucker would so I Could start a fire here Go grab a stick from a branch Sit with me on the ranch And watch silhouettes slip Around the corners Enough for you to come and see 'em well Staircase squeakin' Lights flicker when I say so Angry and the bulbs blow, man My house is mind blown I conversate with walls They talk back with the vibes I connect better with silent structure 'cause the human lies i be like fuck you What you need? You can't get nothin' from me You was talkin' shit Now I'm inside another human being Well-rounded with the universe Can't wait to meet the other me The one that tells me what Goin' down from year 2043 Solitude is solitaire and not the Game on pawpaw's Dell thinkin' 'bout it I can smell the Winston Lights up in the air Cock-a doodle doo I'm the rooster and I don't die Layne Staley of rap except weed's the Reason that my brain's fried Bitch, I got dope lines Image like a scarred face I really fall asleep with AR-15s in my lap Mane somebody get the straitjacket I love bein' straight ratchet Bitches on my balls like Adidas Shoes with a tennis racket A-all-all day I dream about sound I'm the sickness in the System generating tougher crowds I ain't got a fanbase I got a full equipped militia Everybody a captain with R-H-E-C On their pistol, bitch Creek-Creek Squad, Po-Po-Pond Creek Road If you're feelin' froggy, motherfucker I'm comin' down farmer's row You better take a leap of faith Now look back and leave me alone Do you like a dead pet and Flush you down my own commode damn, son What have I done? What state of Mind have I tripped upon I fell down a famous staircase and woke Up in a damn Led Zeppelin song Dropped Creeker on 4 20, blew some trees the night of my release Went Top 40 in Europe "Comment t'appelles tu?" Bitch, i'm a beast I'm a big train full of brain waves Couple folks 'round me got the same thing But the conspiracy of the Illuminati Gets all the credit, we get the blame I ain't never seen no Baphomet Never been approached by Voldemort Suck my magic wand made of skin that I acquired back when the lightnin' struck And, uh, alohomora Rappers out here carpoolin' Runnin' low on gasoline I'm two hundred on the highway Pool liner stitched in all my seats Bitch I'm white trash Mona Lisa between blue lines Litter than a spoon blue Flame from the moonshine Been chasin' white lightnin' They been tipsy since I started sprintin' They heard Opie whistlin' the 808's And I caught 'em squintin' Tryna slick lean in and listen See this belt? I'm championshipin' Step into that writers round and Caleb Plant my competition Huh And the new (Church, Church, Church, Church) Haha, think I got a high-dea Stone, baby, Stone huh Stone, baby, Stone stone Stone