HIGH HORSE Lyrics

The amount force it takes to mount my high horse is crazy

I tried to swallow my pride, but nope I almost died, so much arrogance lately

Alright look

Imagine this

I'm on my high horse my caballus

Got thick skin and calluses

The beats fat it's actually massive I'm eating half of it, the rest goes in the cabinet, to snack on it

The only chains I got is coming from my amulets

I got some loose screws I'm talking to objects that are inanimate

I dip the conversation while we're having it

and walk away still babblin'

I'm with my therapist while it was happening

He said to fight it

"Aydin fight the voices in your head"

"I can't I need my bow staff"

"My bad I shoulda known that"

I'd grip it both hands

It's off the dome so I can handle bars with no hands

I grabbed my nuts and felt the pope's hands

I got like 2 braincells, and now they're both at

full capacity and won't last to write and then record I don wrote last

I can't be doing both tasks

Handsome vocals from a tall drink enough to fill up both flasks

I'm barely walking straight my eyes now point to both hands

I'm turned around so now my right foots my left foot, my left foot is both that

I took my medicine and then I wrote that

The beat tag gon' double as toe tag

Some mean girls and Lindsey Lohan's gon' gimme the cold shoulder on the triple goose coat fat, to coat that

The chips on my shoulder now are stacked where the coats at

You know I don't be getting ghosted as much when they hearing my vocals this much

That's cause it's powered by phantom

With seven thoughts all workin in tandem

To blurt out these tangents

An animal, animal instincts cannibal Hannibal-ish

Can it go bananas, and cantaloupe and I been

Out of my gourd and my melon

I'm making waves like Magellan

This can't go Hollywood

I mean it prolly could but it's hell and there's no tellin' if Justin Bieber is actually Ellen and Ellen, made a hit named it Baby, and married Hailey

It's Ludacris, but it's lucrative

I ain't so new to this

I paint my balls blue for this

I'm cool with it

I bleed this on the notepad

I'm squeamish when I go back

I grab my balls like quarterbacks

I gave my 2 cents so much I want my quarter back

I run it up like Nordic tracks

The songs are worse when I am more in tact

I'm morbid and born to rap

My old speech therapist would prolly tell you there's more to that, a 5 year old who had to work at that

I saw the odds against me and encountered that

I must be dumb cause when I count the odds somehow I still got even

Cause I was spaced out in Special Ed while we were learning that

it's not enough to grow some wings you gotta learn to flap

I'm in a corduroy quarterzip, quarter black And the coroners sorting that

And I'm sorta mad that your record sucks more than a cordless vac

Unlike me I go record it, export it, import it And then add some ornaments, and chords in last

I spit fire to warm the track

I kill it then mourn the track

It's that simple, no more to that

The amount force it takes to mount my high horse is crazy

I tried to swallow my pride, but nope I almost died, so much arrogance lately