| I’m lifted drifting in clouds I created |
| In a world full of sadiddy I’m sedated |
| Faded |
| But not barbershop related |
| More like a jumpshot leaned back and made it |
| Kush |
| Soaring through the sky so high |
| Gravity no longer applies |
| In search of truth while the world spin on lies |
| Revised televised tell me lies tell me lies |
| Life is a gamble mark the cards load the dice |
| Backstabbers find the best spines to bury knives |
| May they die the true death addicted to every vice |
| See the barrel and catch every bullet like Jerry Rice |
| I feel like Simon Phoenix unthawed and we all nice |
| Rappin' soft as hospital cotton is alright alright |
| Dressed like Brian McKnight in all white pants tight |
| Untill they West Side Story and prance light, dance fight |
| Damn it this is not my planet |
| At least I hope not cause I really can’t stand it |
| If it is so be it I speak it how I see it |
| Let that be the dirty acres flag pledge allegiance |
| We lifted drifting in clouds we created |
| In a world full of sadiddy we sedated |
| Faded |
| But not barbershop related |
| More like a jumpshot leaned back we made it |
| Free |
| Free as the bird I’m flippin' the earth |
| Feed 'em sour d by the Oscar flippin' the earth |
| Run in the blunt catchin' the rapture rippin' the earth |
| Shotgunnin' a dime with an extra clip in her purse |
| The type of chick to suggest that you sit and build with her first |
| Grew up singing in church but dreamed of being a nurse |
| Sayin this that and the first about which rappers she twerked |
| Then she blah blah blah I blasted off to the stars |
| I’m huffin' dro out these jars |
| My mind travelin' throughout bars |
| I blazed so far to the future my kids were in flying cars |
| I’m set on invading Venus you keep the penis on Mars |
| A few medicinal additions and a box of Cuban cigars |
| All I need to escape is some Kryptonite and cape |
| A Samsonite and some tape for some high shit that I’m building |
| While I’m staring lost at the ceiling, and the paint on the walls is peelin' |
| Hear tires on the block squealing and back to earth with the billions |