Markus O. - High Times

High times by the riv
With the kid
Kickin' it
Puffy Amy, a yume I'm high high
Speed racer no tapper I fly by
Don't say yes to the Captain It's Aye aye
Changing flows, on ya souls like Tye dye
Got me rapping now I'm feeling like Tyty
Now my spirit is the wave like Genki
I see the boy, I'm like what's good my guy
You know, niggas is poor like wifi
Moody blues, like I'm ore da stand
Spicy girls and she don't need a man
Sticky fingers unzipping my pants
Gold experience never a chance
If there's sex know my pistol in hand
Aero Sugi up high, getting scans
Purple haze I'm becoming a fan, aye
Finna fly to Japan
By the riv and we playin some bops
Chill with Jay and he watching for the opps
If I'm taking the hits then he taking all the shots
Tellin me funny shit bout the pops
Now Jay showing me the breakfast that he made'em
Got the eggs made'em smile with the bacon
Pops was heated so he
Said this shit verbatim
You think this a fucking game
It's 8 o'clock in the fucking AM
You don't think I can
Bring you the pain
You gonna put some
Respect on my name
Face turning red
Now he popin' a vein
Huffin and puffin
He losing his brain
We smoke in the back
And we doing the same shit
Yeah we doing the same
Perceive me as a beast I was always a hunter
Hitter no slitter cause I never was a bunter
Crown on my mind like I'm Gonther
Move around through the town
Zero sound now you callin me a stunter
What
Would you rather me a fronter
Jay
Play the chorus need to run
Okay
Puffy Amy, a yume I'm high high
Speed racer no tapper I fly by
Don't say yes to the Captain It's Aye aye
Changing flows, on ya souls like Tye dye
Got me rapping now I'm feeling like Tyty
Now my spirit is the wave like Genki
I see the boy, I'm like what's good my guy
You know niggas is poor like wifi
Moody blues, like I'm ore da stand
Spicy girls and she don't need a man
Sticky fingers unzipping my pants
Gold experience never a chance
If there's sex know my pistol in hand
Aero Sugi up high, getting scans
Purple haze I'm becoming a fan
Aye, finna fly to Japan
Don't save hoes with a Cape cause I got Cod
Devil looking at me funny cause I got God
You a lame losing game cause you got scared
I'm keeping track of all the snitches in my rat log
She goin run off with ya card and she cat clawed
Them are two faced bitches call'em Cat Dog
And she act fraud
Tried to save a hoe from up in the war fog
But I'm finished now I'm gearing up a war cog
Killing Locust with a lancer, revin' chainsaw
I'm Koro sensei and I'm flexing you in J star
Or Nagisa, I'm finna run up with the K bar
You said you better but I came back
To the same flaw
You a baby back bitch need the A1 sauce
You just ain't Boss
Puffy Amy, a yume I'm high high
Speed racer no tapper I fly by
Don't say yes to the Captain It's Aye aye
Changing flows, on ya souls like Tye dye
Got me rapping now, I'm feeling like Tyty
Now my spirit is the wave like Genki
I see the boy, I'm like what's good my guy?
You know niggas is poor like wifi
Moody blues, like I'm ore da stand
Who stand
Spicy girls and she don't need a man
Who man
Sticky fingers unzipping my pants
Not mine
Gold experience never a chance
Oh no
If there's sex know my pistol in hand
In hand
Aero Sugi, up high, getting scans
Up high
Purple haze, I'm becoming a fan
Aye, finna fly to Japan
We Out
Wait bro how you getting tickets to Japan
To Japan bro
I can't afford that shit I need like thousands of dollars for that trip
I I I can't afford that right now

Written by:
Romal McClure

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