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I was that kid at school, the silent type biting my pencil like some kind of fool, benevolent children, practicing scholaring, gratitude comes in a package of problems, everyone’s put in a line but we all got to honor it. We all got to honor it. We all got to honor it.

I’m so high, I must not come down
So high, I must not come down
I’m so high, I must not come down, 
must not come down, must not come

I find it hard to see
What’s wrong with that devils lettuce on a Sunday eve,
Why is it called being rebel by opioid needs?
Why do we have to be, 
enemies, you’re telling me, that you. have a problem with me? Why?

I’m leaving to Canada, I’m brining my camera,
Step up my game like it’s nothing to prove if I want I can have it yah,
Barrack Obama,
hell of a president,
I strive to be just like him,
Agh, let’s not even go there.

To be honest right now I feel worried, 
that history might… repeat itself.
You see it more and more every day, right now we are not okey, like we are not okey…

I’m so high, I must not come down
So high, I must not come down
I’m so high, I must not come down, 
must not come down, must not come

I need a wishing well.

Fearing the future and missing the past,
I want André 3000 not Outcast,
I want knowledge and understanding, let experts do the math,
I want to have a future where my kid can be in class, learning about planets, stars, not how to survive a mass shooting

blues, soul, rap, pop