CMC - HY-HY (feat. Anwen Rose) Lyrics

I think I'll go get high today
To avoid all my issues and fade away
No
Responsibilities or scrolling through the insta feed
I wanna just kaleidoscope until I find my inner me
I get high high
The perma-fried buck eye
Think you've seen the world until your world becomes a tye dye
What's the point I could personify a butterfly
And come up with some questions that could probably get me crucified
This is my vibe
I'm bothering the shoe fly
How is it that I can spit the heat and be the cool guy
My god
The beauty's in the blue sky
The beast the back room bullying the new guy
Rap alumni
Can you move me higher up
I promise I won't blow it and my rhymes are dope as f*ck
I'm creating a wave and diggin up ignorance a grave
And tryna save the music from the lil pumps who don't got much to say
But Gucci gang and other shit without a purpose simply cuz they gettin paid
Its like a circus f*ck it man let's bring the shit back
Conceptual rap
I'm talking bout the lyrics that'll put the tingle in your back
That
There's a plot that we've be been missing in this life
And if I figured that shit out I think I'd beam into the light
Wait now I'm too high
Satisfy the red guy
I barely show emotion cuz I'm crying out my third eye
I find I feel better
When my eyes get redder
Now I think I can see the light
My god they rollin this shit up tight
Voices runnin' round and round my head like
There's some shit I gotta figure out I
Can't tell if it's an angel or demon talking
I higher than a
I'm a new soul walking
I hope it don't stop spinning
I've felt forever it's a hell of a feeling
I've met the devil he's a hell of a villain
I didn't need to sell my soul it only cost me a shilling
You could see my
Mission ain't complete I
Need to figure out why motherf*ckers been willing
To put a ceiling on this high that they're feeling
But I'm beginning to get it
You gotta get up or get down or get wit it
I gotta get out
Before I f*cking give out
I'm bout to get a gun and call an audible to quick route
Took some acid
Spun an axe on its axis
Opened up a new concept of practice
Who can hit the fastest
Before we fade to blackness
The wimbus is the mind the impidium is madness
Still I see the same visual
Chaos as a concept a construct of chemicals
All identical this shits unforgettable
Some of you have seen if you haven't then you skeptical
It's incredible
Im high right now
If you're not then get an edible or blow some loud
Ask yourself the deepest question you can think about
And you may just figure out that you've been sleeping wow