Hi, Heaven

And I make cents move
Dollars will fall
Babies will drool
Toddlers will crawl
Oh it ain’t cool?
Would y’all be enthralled
If I download new
Double click install
Ain’t parta no clique
Ain't parta no squad
I don’t take shit
I’m a urinal stall
I wrote that shit when I was ten years old
Four feet tall
Minute like Bol
A spice like cinnamon woulda been cool
Cool like chilly
That’s a spice too
But all that I knew as I grew was truth
The truth was blue
Don’t be confused
Blue as in mood, not the dude
Blue as in who’s gonna leave next me or you?
Hey, you tryin to smoke some resin?
Pass the L to a peasant now he’s pleasant
True

You make me high
Head’s in the air
I know you got soul
If you didn’t you wouldn’t be in here

Tweetin with Talib
Sittin in the air
From DJ Whoo Kid to DJ Who Cares
I’m the heir to a bib
Cradle to a thrown
Throwin caution to the wind
Cuz that shit blows
I’m Sherlock Homesick
My destiny is to rest in peace
That’s the least I know
On over the hills
Through the woods I go
I ain’t over no hill
I be buried below
I was born via reincarnation
You mock as I walk saying, “We a car nation”
I’m a cornea
Dalmatians couldn’t spot my dilations
My eyes are a cadence
And I been beat up
Then got beat down
And since I been both
Now I’m even
Treason is what I be screamin
If you claim that I ain’t been bleedin, Jesus

You make me high
Head’s in the air
I know you got soul
If you didn’t you wouldn’t be in here

Daryl strawberry blond
Not Barry Bond
Check my juice
All genuine
Minimal baggage
No carry-on
And I love my life
Yes, I’m very fond
No Evian
Backwards, naïve flow
Drink tea til I’m native
No I don’t buy bull
And I don’t tie bows
And I read the bible while doin Tae-Bo
High?
No

You make me high
Head’s in the air
I know you got soul
If you didn’t you wouldn’t be in here