[Intro]
(Laughs)
I got uh...tunnel vision to you haters
Check it
[Hook]
Choose a paper flavor
(Mu'fucka my eyes low!)
We higher than elevators
(Mu'fucka my eyes low!)
Can't see none of my haters
(Mu'fucka my eyes low!)
Red as Cyclops lasers
(Don't act like you ain't know!)
[Verse 1: Kourt Jester]
Breaking down the green leaf, got this new shit from my man
I don't smoke every day, but I smoke when I can
Inferno to the strain, as I'm reflecting on these thoughts
Think I'm bout to go insane, y'all should lock me in a box
Exhaling today's stress, and inhaling the Buddah slow
My minds been such a mess, that's why I'm keeping my eyes low
If you ain't know who one of the best, now I'm thinking you might know
No emcee to me is a test, with the pen I'm a psycho
Roll another up, don't even try to say you got somewhere to go
Cause we still got this quarter plus 2 or 3 more big bags to smoke
I call this shit Professor X, it makes you not be able to feel your legs
My eyes red as Cyclops's lasers, but I'm off that purple haze
KJ on the mic, and with this plant I never play
So homie just take your mids and turn around the other way
I'm something you wanna see, not-for-nothing, but I'm like a sideshow
I set more trees ablaze than a forest fire, cause bitch my eyes low!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kourt Jester]
Like a hat resting on my nose, my eyelids all the way down to the flo'
They redder than Rudolph's lit nose, roll with me, and that's just how it goes
Don't worry about breaking the law, or going outside to commit a crime
Cause I'd just rather stay home, play Xbox, and instantly stream Adventure Time
Me and C-Frost coolin', he brought a couple of bitches
Spark another up, take one in the back, and give 'em the business
All you haters need to listen, so don't even think about bitchin'
Cause y'all claim to be hard but in the sunlight you glisten
Yo, peep the speech I'm pitchin, every bar is a grand slam
Leave you flat as a pancake, covered in Smucker's strawberry jam
Your girl be thinking that I'm the man, cause I can manipulate syllables
I got that infected bladder rap matter, you know, I'm the mu'fucka with a killer flow
Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo, higher than that fucking ceiling bro
I should work for Home Depot, cause I'm consistently drilling ho's
If you looking for a fun time, ask KJ or CF which way to go
And remember not to say you're high, just say muthafucka my eyes low!
[Hook]
(Laughs)
I got uh...tunnel vision to you haters
Check it
[Hook]
Choose a paper flavor
(Mu'fucka my eyes low!)
We higher than elevators
(Mu'fucka my eyes low!)
Can't see none of my haters
(Mu'fucka my eyes low!)
Red as Cyclops lasers
(Don't act like you ain't know!)
[Verse 1: Kourt Jester]
Breaking down the green leaf, got this new shit from my man
I don't smoke every day, but I smoke when I can
Inferno to the strain, as I'm reflecting on these thoughts
Think I'm bout to go insane, y'all should lock me in a box
Exhaling today's stress, and inhaling the Buddah slow
My minds been such a mess, that's why I'm keeping my eyes low
If you ain't know who one of the best, now I'm thinking you might know
No emcee to me is a test, with the pen I'm a psycho
Roll another up, don't even try to say you got somewhere to go
Cause we still got this quarter plus 2 or 3 more big bags to smoke
I call this shit Professor X, it makes you not be able to feel your legs
My eyes red as Cyclops's lasers, but I'm off that purple haze
KJ on the mic, and with this plant I never play
So homie just take your mids and turn around the other way
I'm something you wanna see, not-for-nothing, but I'm like a sideshow
I set more trees ablaze than a forest fire, cause bitch my eyes low!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kourt Jester]
Like a hat resting on my nose, my eyelids all the way down to the flo'
They redder than Rudolph's lit nose, roll with me, and that's just how it goes
Don't worry about breaking the law, or going outside to commit a crime
Cause I'd just rather stay home, play Xbox, and instantly stream Adventure Time
Me and C-Frost coolin', he brought a couple of bitches
Spark another up, take one in the back, and give 'em the business
All you haters need to listen, so don't even think about bitchin'
Cause y'all claim to be hard but in the sunlight you glisten
Yo, peep the speech I'm pitchin, every bar is a grand slam
Leave you flat as a pancake, covered in Smucker's strawberry jam
Your girl be thinking that I'm the man, cause I can manipulate syllables
I got that infected bladder rap matter, you know, I'm the mu'fucka with a killer flow
Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo, higher than that fucking ceiling bro
I should work for Home Depot, cause I'm consistently drilling ho's
If you looking for a fun time, ask KJ or CF which way to go
And remember not to say you're high, just say muthafucka my eyes low!
[Hook]
( Kourt Jester )
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