[Verse 1]

I'm all about the Mula, all about the Gouda

All up in a spiritual realm Tibetan Buddha;

Go on tell me who the; best to ever do the

Thing called rap try to get stacks think I was a loota probably think I won the lotto

Only live once there thinking that's the motto, bars fire like an auto, matic, livin life in sadness, tragic

Madness upstairs in my attic, in my head, schizophrenic maybe I am dead, maybe I am left for it, maybe this is where the story ends, can't find any friends at my funeral

Cut off like a cuticle, all my homies shootas tho

We don't own guns we just killing time, getting high, wait standby my eyes so sunset sky, key lime pie sound so good might cry, titanic type, ride speed of light

[Hook]

All I wanna do is get high

[Verse 2]

See, I got into college honors, scholars rather be a baller, bonding over tame impala

Under my skin they crawling

Crying to a higher power, my desire is to be a king call me sire spit fire Richard Pryor pyro-maniac

Like I said before I'm a brainiac, cranium amazing at contemplating crazy math, but I think my cranium cracked

Half black, off white, that's me, my type, I rap, I write, I speak, I fight, hypozeuxis

Time is an illusion, I already knew this, think that I am losing, my mind, word to the zombies of NY

End my life and then die, I just cannot comprehend why, I can't spend my time where the seasons dry, guess money is the reason why, Jesus Christ all I wanna do is get high, three hundred sixty five, oh

[Outro]

All I wanna do is get high [6x]

High three hundred sixty five

All I wanna do is get high