After counting all the chips that you have lost
Do you still want all those people cheating?
Giving up on those who are fraught
With all impending doom-like self-defeatings

They'd say:
Get a little high, boy
Get a little wise, boy

And then when once you think you’ve overcome
The biting stops with consideration

Smiling on the outside hides it all
Considering all the disappointments
You've made improvements on a dime
Now a smattering of all those things you've pickеd up

They’d say:
Get a little high, boy
Gеt a little wise, boy

Moving faster than a guillotine
Shaping up keeps the vains in context

We gotta take in all this gray. Filter out the steady stray
Punching beats out on the wall, smashing notes out on the way
Alarming the static