Hi-C Lyrics

Half of me nice

I just lack the precise

Skills to hide bodies

So, I guess I'm asking for life

When I die grave reads

This where the manic kid lies

My life is like

The mannequin challenge awry

I stay in the same position

As the planet divides

I manage to try

To care about anything

But I don't care if I die

I am the plane preparing for flight

Take off in the air of the night

And crash into radicals claiming Aryan rights

Malaria Type two

Does that even exist

Are you reading my mind

Or just reading my lips

My girl asked for me to do a line

I sneezed on her tits

Awkward old man, planted mole

Like I'm freezing a zit

I didn't mean to do it

I didn't ask to be born

I was passed a baton

I take on various forms

Of human life

When I pack hash in the bong

My brain exists

I just think that half of it's gone

I don't give a fuck if you even like me

I pack a punch; lunch-time Hi-C

I hold myself highly

And then I drop to the ground

Talk to myself

When cops are around

Hide bodies not to be found

I don't give a fuck if you like me

I pack a punch; lunch-time Hi-C

I hold myself highly

And then I drop to the ground

Talk to myself

When cops are around

Hide bodies not to be found

Who the fuck am I

And what have I become

If your friends jumped

Off a bridge

Would you jump

Or would you run

Drugs, the only fun I have

My tolerance is rising

Passion burns inside him

But he's lost at the horizon

Robotic wireless prototype

In conjunction with Verizon

Microchip inside him backfired

And now it seems he's whiling

An asylum in his mind

Valium, and his thoughts colliding

Tryna act normal

But he's lost and blinded

Formed of metallic cannibinoids

And the fabric of iron

They monetized life

Dividing people

Through their actions and lying

I gave up hope

And now I think I'm actually dying

Kill every mumble-rapper alive

For ruining the

Rapping environment

I don't give a fuck if you even like me

I pack a punch; lunch-time Hi-C

I hold myself highly

And then I drop to the ground

Talk to myself

When cops are around

Hide bodies not to be found

I don't give a fuck if you like me

I pack a punch; lunch-time Hi-C

I hold myself highly

And then I drop to the ground

Talk to myself

When cops are around

Hide bodies not to be found