Busdriver - King cookie faced​(​for Hellfyre) (greyhat remix) (feat. milo and Open Mike Eagle) lyrics

You're better when you're high 'Shyeah [Verse 1: Busdriver] When I'm high, I'm capable of things you think I'm not When I'm high, our currency is a tater tot When I'm high, your bucket hat looks just like a chamber pot I invade your thoughts, get chased by cops while slinging rocks it's easy When I'm high, I am prone to make some bad decisions When I'm high my temperament is that of jazz musicians When I'm high she likes how I indulge my liver binds Spot how I belittle clients unionizing limo drivers 'Shyeah, I'll be a sweetheart acting kind and tender Question bankers with a lie detector in the private sector Write a measure that'll spike the splendour of my vibe in heather Driver's better when he's high, or Driver's better when he's High, like when I spattered through the orthodontry All poor and scrawny, turning riddle words to origami Uh, that's way before I would explore the body Now I'm poor and foreign hobbies stored in Portapotties [Hook] She loves me like she means it [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] I walk the skinny aisles of a Trader Joe's nervously Hoping for a seat at the church of dry turkey meat Am I a vegetable? Can I catch the muse? I need a few suggestions from her to bless my Netflix queue (dude) My brain is a grape in an ancient winery I'm seeing matrix binary lines besides tiny things Just the tiny things, only the small matters Pinocchio, the seat of the soul is all in the gall bladder But if I pretend I'm afraid it'll make me walk fast All the fish for me, eat with my teeth just like a hawk has to That'll teach me to be appreciative The turkey meat temple, the rabbis preach capriciousness When I'm high I can watch my own candlewick Greenlight my own programming then cancel it Paid my whole staff with a hundred Nutella sandwiches Gladys helps me manage my underdeveloped man*scripts When I'm high, I have enough confidence to ask Mrs. Applebaum where she got all that Paxil from I'm in a line for the dumb tank with a sign that says I'm here to see Ozamataz Buckshank Half-time show at the East and West game So high everyone on this jet plane is getting a pet name [Verse 3: Milo] When I'm around her I'm never not high More clever than the cleverest awarded white guy My mind is a boarding house for Neil deGra**e Tyson and Bill Nye Who discuss Newtonian physics over boxed wine When I'm high I'm narrating a livestream of my insides I'm Bloom in Ulysses carrying a potato in bloom for my missus At the convergence of deviance and genius, I piss my pants Peter pan-African or a conscious peasant What could be more local than omnipresent? When I'm high, my mind is set to Google Earth view And I gleefully deconstruct the context that birthed you Ignorant of the curfew, unruly, sort of bizarre In my mind, playing hopscotch with Julio Cortázar When I'm high I build graves then disappear When I'm high I'm Bill Gray and I wish I could disappear