High So Long (Freestyle)

I've been high so, so, so long I've been high so, so, so long My pupils are decimals F*ck an extra terrestrial High, looking down at the rest of you I cannot mess with you If the vibe ain't celestial I got no time to invest in you Eyelids are commas I'm out for the gwolla Like I ain't been stacking them dollars Up, early mañana Your girly, she threw me the nana The shit was bananas She give me the drama I drop it like bad calls in tunnels I'm nothing but trouble Drop her like bad calls I'm going through a tunnel Just popped me a one-up To get through a struggle My stomach little sore From pouring up fours (ahh) My stomach little sore From pouring up fours with a funnel Do I need therapy, don't know I just got FOMO I'm scared I'm gone get low I don't like attention It's worse when you get known Walk around the block And got stalked by some randoms Bitch, I'm from the land Of cold murders and 'bandos From the land where the water is bottled And bodies bob around in the Flint river bottom Drinkers can't crawl out the bottom of bottles Can't crawl out the bottom of bottles And tweakers is throttling pipes like a Honda 'Cause having two strokes at a time is nirvana And having one BM uncommon Draped up, dripped out Know what I'm talking about Three in the morning Get it popping in the parking lot It's on once again and I never pretend A homie saying OG 'til the end 'Til the end, 'til the 'Til the, 'til the, 'til the 'Til the