Keep Your Head High

By CATALYST. (Pop)

On Totus Mundus

Released on July 13, 2022

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[Verse]

A bird flew in front of my car on the way to the coffee shop

All I wanted was to not have a headache

I know we only met today, relationships be delicate

To compensate I might just try to go to sleep or meditate

Maybe I hallucinated, checked the grill, it's new and vacant

Didn't nail it unlike the tools that usually cool in basements

Put some effort in, been feeling too complacent

But stress is an accelerant, I should just move to basics

All the time I feel that life move too fast

Skirt around my problems, used to tutu past

Undercover in my own lifе, glued to a mask

I can't get sick though

Higher tolеrance, hit England for a tea break

Crumbled up some crumpets, trumpets herald while the knees shake

He's nervous, do you feel it? Or do we gotta retake?

Burn the letterman, what a difference that C make

To be alone is heroin, no need to OD

Both knees week, the nose bleed at slow speeds

Those I keep close to me sleep, I mean socially

Snow, sleet and rain as I lose my mind totally

My condolences, I'm supposed to be aware of the potency

Hopefully we can go and see moments but I'm too stoned to dream

That's a penalty and also my goal to keep

You're telling me to go but I'm too busy overthinking the overreach

Dig for gold, only soil is sold

Heavy heat enrolled, turn the oil to boil and foam

Return home or exploit the noise to be poised for throne

Now in the zone like a touchdown

Bruh, we're chilling in orbit

Dial 911 like the stick on that imported Porsche whip

Get signed and meet up, split the proportions

But to focus on the now might be far more important

Ever since junior high, I've been chasing the next high

Life is like a bender, can't breath, my chest tight

Maybe I can do it better next time

But better means that first I gotta work to get myself by

Sickness a symptom of living dirty in a fish bowl

Burn me when we get grown

Hurling when the burden get built

So there's no room to stomach the guilt sown in malice

They told me get a grip but the digits are calloused

Yeah, yeah

They told me get a grip but the digits are calloused