Verse 1
Palms up in the air
What you want the reds or the blues?
Imma down em both cause I don't care
So tell me why the f*ck I gotta choose?
Keep em up cause Imma need a f*cking miracle
One too many sins will make you f*cking cynical
She confessin like she running out of syllables
I ain't no preacher tho
So don't get technical
Chorus
Used to be black and white, now we
Splitting through the negatives yeah
Used to feel quite all right, now we
Sorting through the sedatives yeah
Staring at the sun all night, cause I'm
Looking for the benefits
We been getting high all night
Swimmin in the sedatives
Verse 2
Mixin up my medicine
With all this mescaline
I'll be fine
All my shit is self prescribed yea
Upping up her dose again
Now she got hella twins
They outta line but they standing side to side
You ain't in a dream, I'm in technicolor
My diamonds laser beams better run for cover
OH MY GOD IM A GOD
Can't you see me in the sky?
I'm so f*cking high
Chorus
Coda
We been getting high all night yeah
Swimmin in the sedatives
All this colour burn my eyes
Swimmin in the sedatives
I'm a God, give a f*ck about the time
Swimmin in the sedatives
Thinkin I might die
Swimmin in the sedatives