Apollo Piero - Psychedelic Colors

I'm getting high, getting high
Every time I write a line
I'm getting high, getting high
When I got to clear mind
Getting high, getting high
Now I slur my talk
I'm getting high, getting high
Chalk drawing in the sidewalk
Just ride
Now baby can you just ride
Now baby can you just ride
With me, get high me
Put the windows down and let's fly

I need to do a few lines
Of psychedelic colors in the circus of my mind
I need to rhyme and unwind
With a metaphor I ain't never met before
I need more, inject my brain
With acrobatic adjectives and accept my aim
I ain't trying to write a song that I'm forced to spit
Hip Hop's in a box, but I ain't no contortionist
I never take it in vein
Put a lighter to the paper to rekindle the flame
That will never relinquish, never extinguish
I'm rubbing words together, pyromaniac of English
And then I spark a few lines
And my mind flips like sodium in July
July's in the summer, and sodium is salt
So my mind's doing flips like a summersault

I'm getting high, getting high
Every time I write a line
I'm getting high, getting high
When I got to clear mind
Getting high, getting high
Now I slur my talk
I'm getting high, getting high
Chalk drawing in the sidewalk
Just ride
Now baby can you just ride
Now baby can you just ride
With me, get high me
Put the windows down and let's fly

I got a fetish for phonetics, top down in the coup
And I could hula-hoop loops every time I'm in the booth
So let me get juiced off the crowd, I'ma fly
But could somebody put they hands in the sky
And the paranoia builds
And anxiety feels
Sweat dripping, cold chills
But adrenaline is real
Cause I feel like I'm floating, overdosing on hope
Every time that I quote something dope
And I try to stay clean every time I'm on the scene
But I'm standing in a light that's a slight shade of green
I'm a fiend, for the rush of the lights
And the lust of the flight man I must have a mic
If it's just for the night, I don't really care
We getting high now get your hands in the air

I'm getting high, getting high
Every time I write a line
I'm getting high, getting high
When I got to clear mind
Getting high, getting high
Now I slur my talk
I'm getting high, getting high
Chalk drawing in the sidewalk
Just ride
Now baby can you just ride
Now baby can you just ride
With me, get high me
Put the windows down and let's fly

I'm getting high, getting high
Every time I write a line
I'm getting high, getting high
When I got to clear mind
Getting high, getting high
Now I slur my talk
I'm getting high, getting high
Chalk drawing in the sidewalk
Just ride
Now baby can you just ride
Now baby can you just ride
With me, get high me
Put the windows down and let's fly

And I hope they know
We're not talking about
Getting high off of drugs
We're getting high off of music

Written by:
Andrew Rooney

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