[Chorus]

Fly on the wall

What you seeing?

Too high

So appalled

What you seeing?

Fly on the wall

What you seeing?

Too high

[Verse]

I be up at seven in morning

I be on

Zone while I be steadily recording my deep thoughts

I be getting dizzy with it all

I ain't sleep none

See the circle developing dark underneath my

Eyes no surprise

No disguise

I ain't tryna hide

From my self when I be torn like leaf of

Paper for the paper in my wallet I keep on

Chasing thinking I'mma (-ima) hit the Max like a Nissan

We all

Intoxicated

Toxic workaholic nature

I been ghost and slowly contemplating

Way that I've been making

Occupation

Only source of confirmation

Eye formation

All from place thats

Often marred tainted by the

Prospect of piling paper

Like a printing press

'Til the press'll print my image, and

I'll start to lose my cents (sense) as my dollar makes them

[Chorus]

Fly on the wall

What you seeing?

Too high

So appalled

What you seeing?

Fly on the wall

What you seeing?

Too high