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I open my eyes and now I can see
My pale field is growing to a high mountain 
But this time when I turn around 
I'm surrounded by the roaring

come see me
Said a lotta things at the start
But the truth is my highs are mixed with lows
And then it prised open, let it get right under
It's

me their opinion on everything
They feel is wrong with me
These highs and Low, taken a toll
I can't control, my feelings now
I just don't know, how

aim
Ima high flyer
Ima big stepper
Shit don't fold been built by the pressure
I ain't ever been soft
But this shit cut deep
And I'm rough around

thought I'd need time
To recover
I find myself high in the sky
And I hover
I'm flying, I'm crying
I love him
And open the door
Cloud nine and everything is

Hey yo I been woke like I sniff coke
Third eye always open never been poked
Ali on the ropes man I been dope
These new rappers don't write like their

Blackout!
Blackout! 

I'm the God of the Morgue. Follow the corpses
All of them walk in my dorm, crawl on the floor
Wide-open wounds, rotten

working hard
Cause you never really grow if you only get by
Balance out the lows, so you only get high
And it's hard for you to trust
Get too close it's

a time to open up my mind
Would I even try
Or should I just get high?
And you always thought you could treat me like a fool
And I don’t know what to do
Do

don't make
I just give a fuck about the icing on the cake
Constantly working on myself, never take a break
And keeping it up no matter how high the stakes

the crowd get locked in
Mic Handz said that was undeniable, I try to ride those highs not park them
Why try when nothing goes on after a while, go to a dark

enough to hold you up
I wasn’t strong enough to open up
I tried my best to give you everything I got
But I had nothing left to give my soul was lost
Maybe

on my shit and this money I get stack it up like timber when
You need something warm in the chimney
High tendency I ain't got time for no stupidity
Paid

If I was a bird I'd fly into a ceiling fan
One on high speed in a fancy open restaurant
I'd choose my timing at the peak of dinner rush
So malicious,

straights

Moonlight requisition
Done by mirrors
Head for Easy street
That's everything I've got to say
That's everything I've got to say

Loaded

clean up
Gang easy
Stay solid
Fuck flimsy
Stitch a nigga up you think we love Yeezy's
Low steppa
High rolla
Life a dice game
Paint a nigga house and see

open, I swan dive in it
I live my lyrics, all facts, no fiction
If the shit get written, then you know I did it
Sip Act' by the ounce when the Tech go

stays
I love the way you walk and talk
How you enunciate with perfect manners
But still a fan of rap music, and my open grammar
So now I plan to have

takin' up your data
My cakes got fatter by usin' cum as the batter
Look down to your dick and tell him I won't disappoint it
Pussy on punishment if she

lead you あの場所に
I'm on your side
まだなれない your hero, but I

When I close my eyes
いつもその笑みを imagine, umm
When I open my eyes
By my side そばで smiling

I've been away, talking heads on the ground
And I see no ceilings with blacked out by clouds
When both of us tour, some more
So we could figure it

There's nothing to worry me
No one to hurry me
I'm taking it easy,
resting my wings
Enjoying the moment
Looking up at the sky
The cumulus drifting by

もがき 溺れそうで
それでも何かを掴めるはずだと
模索しては びしょ濡れになって
Relive the feelings and
then say goodbye
Taking high ground's only
way to stay dry
Moving on up,
so much more

the money, feed the city, bet I do
Bet I do, bet I do, bet I do

Bet I, bet I, bet I
Pull up high
Sun-roof open, smoke popping out the top
Don't hit