Bootleg Rascal feat. LyMo head in the clouds

My head up in the clouds
My feet so far above the ground
I wonder whether or not you know
I'm high as a kite and I just might
F-fulfill my apetite
Of letting you go.
I find her pants next to my bed
And under them a photgraph
Of you in my window
I think I'm gon' be late
I said we'd meet at half-past-eight
I'll drink my tea and I'll go
I wander wide awake through your door
It's no mistake for under old broken bones is a story
And you're bleeding me them reasons
Times we've all commited treason
Trying to keep it sinful
'Coz I'm a little bit fired at the thought and in the night
I fought the red sea in my own (?)
This ain't gonna change
And you're eyes they used to blind me
Lookin' to other worlds
This one's looking grim
Never, ever, ever, no
I never seen the light like that before smoking
I never had it better than the lead with the soakin'
Too many green moon that never be closin'
Over priced pills like a (?)
Baby you copin'? I be on focus
In the (?) damn with the dopest
I make it rain more than any fucker hopin'
Call it I'm open
Curling a vaper round an (?)
Tacitly noted Lyal in my (?)
Trying to let you know
Whether or not you know
I've been trying to let you know