I'm Too High for This

Hold up. Why is there a lighter in my hand? Oh.

There it is. Yeah. Wake up, bake up, forgot what day

it is. Check my phone twice, still don't know what time it

is. Coffee got cold. Blunt already gone. Brain on airplane mode

since early dawn. Keys in the fridge, phone in my shoe.

Came to the kitchen like, "What I came to do?" Room smell loud,

neighbors know my name. I ain't paranoid, I'm just aware of the game.

Clock say three seventeen, I say close enough. Every hour four