[Chorus - Eazy Mac]
I pop pills so I can organise my thoughts
There's too much going on now
It's more than I been thaught
Distorted
If I snort it I'm in orbit, I'm in luck
Let's pour another cup

I love it when I'm
So fucked up I can't see, I can't see
Yeah I'm so fucked up I can't see

I love it when I'm
So fucked up I can't see, I can't see
Yeah I'm so fucked up


[Verse 1 - Eazy Mac]
This my note to self
Licked a little acid on my hand and watched the ocean melt
Stars looks like they're falling out the sky
I'm kinda overwhelmed
Thought that this would be a good idea so I wrote it down
Fuck all the demons screaming at me
Tell them go to hell
They mad I'm stunting on 'em
Throw money on 'em like show and tell
I still feel like taking my cash out just to show 'em out
I have a problem with people telling me 'tone it down'
Killing all the snakes in the grass
Now wear a cobra belt
I'm the president of my class
Yeah I'm like Roosevelt
I control the wealth
Yeah it's evident I've been holding out
Telling people how I really feel about
I'mma hope it sound
Polite
Burn too many bridges cause my tone of voice
Made some bad decisions that I don't enjoy
Take a dab, forget it and float in a void
Racing past collision I hope I avoid
Take a bath with bitches
That's an easy choice
She made me [?] pigeon
Put on TV noise
We watch it and start laughing
Then she feed me loins
These corny white boy rappers sound like Beastie Boys

[Chorus - Eazy Mac]
I pop pills so I can organise my thoughts
There's too much going on now
It's more than I been thaught
Distorted
If I snort it I'm in orbit, I'm in luck
Let's pour another cup

I love it when I'm
So fucked up I can't see, I can't see
Yeah I'm so fucked up I can't see

I love it when I'm
So fucked up I can't see, I can't see
Yeah I'm so fucked up

[Verse 2 - Golden Bsp]
I put acid in my eyelid
I think you should try it
Me and Eazy, we've been chasing rabbits
Would you help us find 'em?
Psilocybin mushroom
I crush 'em up in the dust and I dust 'em
I'm sniffin' dust in the dungeon with Dennis Rodman
[?], I'm off 'em
They got me offa' my rocker
I'm walking awkwardly opposite where I wanna be
Often I think about all my problems
I bottle up and I toss 'em
I got a lot of these skeletons in my closet
They're bodies of rappers who thought that they were hot
But they were garbage
Watch 'em fall apart
I call 'em starving artists
She a hottie
I slap her up on her ass
In the back of a Maserati
I'm back if you wanna party
It's big Goldie
A big homie
I'm Chris Farley
You big phony
You Pete Griffin
I'm shit talking
Now all these pussies wanna swallow the beef
Unzip my jeans and tell 'em fall to your knees
Yeah

[Eazy Mac]
So fucked up
So fucked up
So fucked up, I can't see
Yeah I'm so fucked up I can't see

I love it when I'm
So fucked up I can't see, I can't see
Yeah I'm so fucked up