[Verse 1] Why stay so high? Cause I can't take it Watching all the days go by, dying to make it Life in a house of cards, trying to ace it Living in a hall of mirrors, but I won't face it Cords, mics, and my wackiest plans Got me still stuck with low-lifes, baggies, and grams My career rose from the dead to over your head Obama's in power, still some soldier just bled Overly fed, in the booth I'm a glutton My mind thinks of sh** like llamas in space Smoke trees, f** b**hes -- guess I'm a disgrace