LookOut

[Verse 1]
Why stay so high? Cause I can't take it
Watching all the days go by, dying to make it
Life in a house of cards, trying to ace it
Living in a hall of mirrors, but I won't face it
Cords, mics, and my wackiest plans
Got me still stuck with low-lifes, baggies, and grams
My career rose from the dead to over your head
Obama's in power, still some soldier just bled
Overly fed, in the booth I'm a glutton

My mind thinks of shit like llamas in space
Smoke trees, fuck bitches -- guess I'm a disgrace