Testi Hopamine - Ryan Caraveo

Hopamine

I thank God that my mom and dad raised me wrong\nIf I fit in with this world, I wouldn’t have made my own\nI am one of one, surfing on this wave alone\nI’m like a color that your eyes never gazed upon\nI’m a scent that you never sniffed, drink that you’ve never sipped\nI know my nemesis pissed that I never miss\nThey embellish 'cause they relish in irrelevance\nMad at my talent 'cause I tell it was\nagainst\nI been getting high off this hopamine\nI’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high\nI been getting high off this hopamine\nI’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high\nI been getting high off this hopamine\nI’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high\nI been getting high off this hopamine\nI’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high\nI believe in fairy tales\nLooking at my life, I see a lot of parallels\nI was in that break room sharing pills\nWalked around with my head spinning like a Ferris wheel\nNow I gotta be killed to stop\nI’m blowing up like I’m tryna cool the ceiling off\nEven if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop\nWork get put until they put me in a wooden box\nI been getting high off this hopamine\nI’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high\nI been getting high off this hopamine\nI’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high\nI been getting high off this hopamine\nI’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high\nI been getting high off this hopamine\nI’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high, I’m too high