High Thoughts

Back it up in a Sunday, yup 🌳🍄🔥🍔 #Suno #Ai #Rapfame [Verse 1] Sunday morning, wake’n bakin’ it up, Feelin’ good this morning yo roll me up, Eggy’n bacon gettin’ faded, grub me up Cuddle me up bae, on my lap we touch. A mind I grill, hittin’ full of luck, Let’s chill watch’n a Quentin Tarantino, or just fuck. In da couch I’m stuck with you, the girl I love. Around ‘n round the green gettin’ high above lifted me to buzz keenin’ munch’n such. Me and you bussin shit, don’t mind us if we’re goin’ sus to slay. The high; because I’ve been misbehaved. Fuckin’n puffin’ at the stick, stinky j Hit the cherry, Mary, Inhale’n exhale, Hit the brain’y, Mary, flowin’ the sail. Flick the Bic, flame ignite, it’s the green soirée, Clouds rollin' in, brighter than a matinee, Sticky fingers twistin’, my problems blow away, Floats me off the planet where the stars all sway. [Course 2] Rise up, floatin' through the vapor’s glow, Time slows, ridin' where the breezes blow, Highs form mountains where rivers ebb and flow, Blazin' and amazin', let the rhythm show. [Verse 2] Gettin’ lifted, my brain in Picasso hues, Canvas in the sky, paint the evening news, Homies on the move, wild antics to choose, We the smoke signals that the gods refuse. From rooftops to backstreets, our kingdom’s vast, Exhale the trouble, made peace with the past, Laughs echo loud, turns a minute to an hourglass, Upward we be vibin’, hit the staircases of brass. Roll it up, light it, pass it, unwind, Today’s just vibes, let the stress decline. Blaze and recline, let the world hit pause, No need to explain, just chill, no cause. I fuckin’ pray from the depression grey to colour, smokin’ and play. High above, the Mary I love her. [Course 3] Rise up, floatin' through the vapor’s glow, Time slows, ridin' where the breezes blow, Highs form mountains where rivers ebb and flow, Blazin' and amazin', let the rhythm show. [Verse 3] ADHD going fly all around, mind bendin’ around high in the clouds. Creativity increasing fill the hole, my depression decreasing ketamine in my dome. Thoughts twistin’, flippin’, acrobatics in the chrome. Lifted from my shell, faded away from dead home. Blowin’ smoke signals, letters to the sky, Therapist in my pocket, rollin' lows to get high. Ecstasy, ecstatically but I’m still alive, gettin’ lifted in mass ‘tel I die. Depression tap-dancin’, but I hit it with a haze, Laughin’ at my shadow, it’s been one of those days. Shrooms makin’ brain to a rogue wave, my addiction, don’t help me, in doin’ this shit to my grave. [Course 3x2] Rise up, floatin' through the vapor’s glow, Time slows, ridin' where the breezes blow, Highs form mountains where rivers ebb and flow, Blazin' and amazin', let the rhythm show.