I wrote a letter to myself in the form of a song I can play when the sun shines I know better than to trust anything that I say to myself when I'm this high Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I don't ever wanna *** when I'm this high Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I don't ever wanna *** when I'm this high I just did an interview with my eyes closed I just sparked a blunt, it looked like pyro Only comments I see are the bad ones Only playlists I like are the sad ones I let the medicine in, I know it don't help in the end I got depression again, I had a meeting at 7 I skipped and then slept and then woke up at 7pm I cut my hair off like Britney Sprinkle dust like a pixie Wipe my nose like it's itchy I'm tatted up, I don't give a *** Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I don't ever wanna *** when I'm this high Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I don't ever wanna *** when I'm this high When I'm this high, when I'm this high I just looked in the mirror, who is this guy? It's a full moon, where the gush flooms I'm too ***in' high Sound like a good school, higher than Jehovah Highway to heaven, you know I'ma get pulled over I'ma need a chauffeur, lean in my shoulder So I'ma need a shoulder Why you got your nose up? I smell like guns and roses Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I don't ever wanna *** when I'm this high Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I don't ever wanna *** when I'm this high I don't ever wanna *** when I'm this high