[Opening]
"Drake we're too high"

[Slake]
Mom is back here, telling me I don't rap well enough
"You're never gonna have a fucking career from this shit
How much have you made?
Oh you won two grand
Ohhh they sent you to New York
Ohhhh you played in Brooklyn
(You opened for JoJo)
OhhhHHHhhhh you got Lake Stovall mixing your vocals
(I did open for JoJo)
He worked with Masego
(laughs)
Not good enough."

[Verse 1]
Stage dive at a open mic get uninvited
Bar fights I'm leaving em on some vocal fry shit
Slake's high the stakes are low
The horses are in the back with the payload
Life is full of surprises

I'm in ultimate fights with all your normative vices
I go up like a geyser
Give my knucks to the pilot
My shit bumps like a night stick
Your shit sucks like a pipe hit
Baby why you divisive?
Anything but the silence, right?

Thanks for coming homie who invited you.
I don't make decided rules, I just take a lighter to em.
I just give designer music to ya at a bargain price.
This is a bargain right?

[Chorus]
They say my chicken scratch is bound to break the surface
Everybody high up with the clouds and the origins of bird shit
Stay, grounded through the circus, circus
Keep your face down it's a circus.

They say my chicken scratch is bound to break the surface
Everybody high up with the clouds and the origins of bird shit
Stay, grounded through the circus circus
Keep your face down it's a circus circus.

[Verse 2]
I was born in the great gray town I'm a ink blot
Rorschach: hold me close & make you think a lot
Smoke stack: lit lows like the equinox
Searching for a friend to help the feeling stop
Wait that's fucked

I am not impressive persons
I was forged out of breath in a basement irksome
I have forlorn wept I have tasted dirt
A mortar pestle person a grave dessert
Like look up!

Don your darkest Doc Martins
Charge the locked gates and hope your God pardons.
Long you've lost faith you let your heart harden
Time heals, stocks plummet and thoughts sharpen.

Thanks for coming homie I'm delighted to,
All my superheroes have vaginas that's my kind of move
All my roots are clearly close to dying like the climate do
Yo, what you tryna prove?

[Chorus]
They say my chicken scratch is bound to break the surface
Everybody high up with the clouds and the origins of bird shit
Stay, grounded through the circus circus
Keep your face down it's a circus.

They say my chicken scratch is bound to break the surface
Everybody high up with the clouds and the origins of bird shit
Stay, grounded through the circus circus.
Keep your face down it's a circus
Woah.