[Verse 1: Marty Bukakke Large]
Feels like a problem there is nothing stopping from stepping right into your territory
Three ones the brothers, there is nothing other existing could damage me mentally
How come when I speak they listen, when you speak their vision appears to go blurrily, (so when)
A century pa** I will venture the dark, and come out cause, that's what I was s'posed to be
b**h I'm gone, whatever reason, for why I can't ease up, not giving a f**
47 Ronan, up in her throat man, sounding like a Yamaha in the back of the car
She get off on my ego, two forty Kawasaki to deep throat, I get the Nagasaki for free though
Sit on the booster, Blowin up your puter, never tutor, the troubleshooter, the paper loose, so whatever suit'chah
Obsessive-compulsive
Many people they find me repulsive
Running mouth your jaw click get convulsive
Slow your breath now I want you to hold it
Any body got a problem then solve it
See the white of my eyes, red like a Collin
Swollen, But look on the plus side, open her a** wide
Tamahagane Iron for when I'm trying the cusp eye
I'm eye'n the finest lyres, no sleep for the highest flyer
No cap on the highest buyer, put us on a pin
I'm up in a black ford, tinted dust on a dash board
Blowing up with the jack chord, and the day has begin
If you f**ers ain't heard of us, TO be the murderers
I Heard you ain't worthy, we put your a** in the bin
When Bukakke don't know bout it, because I been herb clouded
Hurt anyone who has doubted, I'm gone with the wind
[Outro: Phantom]
I don't know, where to go
Who am I, I don't know
Where my friends, when im gone
Im a joke, Don't know why
When I'm High, When I'm High
I don't know, Who am I
When I'm High, When I'm High
Where my friends, I don't know