King cookie faced (for Hellfyre) (greyhat remix)

By Busdriver

On Perfect Hair

Released on November 14, 2014

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[Intro]

You're better when you're high

You're better when you're high

You're better when you're high

You are better when you're high

You're better when you are high

You're better when you're

Yeah, when I'm

'Shyeah


[Verse 1: Busdriver]

When I'm high, I'm capable of things you think I'm not

When I'm high, our currency is a tater tot

When I'm high, your bucket hat looks just like a chamber pot

I invade your thoughts, get chased by cops while slinging rocks, it's easy

When I'm high, I am prone to make some bad decisions

When I'm high, my temperament is that of jazz musicians

When I'm high, she likes how I indulge my liver binds

Spot how I belittle clients unionizing limo drivers

'Shyeah, I'll be a sweetheart acting kind and tender

Question bankers with a lie detector in the private sector

Write a measure that'll spike the splendor of my vibe in heather

Driver's better when he's high, or Driver's better when he's

High, like when I spattered through the orthodontry

All poor and scrawny, turning riddle words to origami

Uh, that's way before I would explore the body

Now I'm poor and foreign hobbies stored in porta potties, when I'm

High (Shit)


[Hook]

She loves me like she means it, she loves me like she means it

She loves me like she means it, she loves me like she means it


[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]

I walk the skinny aisles of a Trader Joe's nervously

Hoping for a seat at the church of dry turkey meat

Am I a vegetable? Can I catch the muse?

I need a few suggestions from her to bless my Netflix queue (Dude)

My brain is a grape in an ancient winery

I'm seeing matrix binary lines besides tiny things

Just the tiny things, only the small matters

Pinocchio, the seat of the soul is all in the gall bladder

But if I pretend I'm afraid it'll make me walk faster

All the fish for me, eat with my teeth just like a hawk has to

That'll teach me to be appreciative

The turkey meat temple, the rabbis preach capriciousness

When I'm high I can watch my own candlewick

Greenlight my own programming then cancel it

Paid my whole staff with a hundred Nutella sandwiches

Gladys helps me manage my underdeveloped manuscripts

When I'm high, I have enough confidence to ask Mrs. Applebaum where she got all that Paxil from

I'm in a line for the dunk tank with a sign that says I'm here to see Ozamataz Buckshank

Half-time show at the East and West game

So high everyone on this jet plane is getting a pet name


[Verse 3: milo]

When I'm around her I'm never not high

More clever than the cleverest awarded white guy

My mind is a boarding house for Neil deGrasse Tyson and Bill Nye

Who discuss Newtonian physics over boxed wine

When I'm high I'm narrating a livestream of my insides

I'm Bloom in Ulysses carrying a potato in bloom for my missus

At the convergence of deviance and genius, I piss my pants

Peter Pan-African or a conscious peasant

What could be more local than omnipresent?

When I'm high, my mind is set to Google Earth view

And I gleefully deconstruct the context that birthed you

Ignorant of the curfew, unruly, sort of bizarre

In my mind, playing hopscotch with Julio Cortázar

When I'm high I build graves then disappear

When I'm high, my name is Bill Gray and I wish I could disappear