Silent Tyrant
• Written by Hishighness
[start at :14.5]
Why you called His Highness?
Shit check the eyelids,
never dry kids, say bye
to the miners, cus mine is
the line drive, psyche the hive mind
I find dimes like nine - five
I sign lines, after night time
time for the drive by, oh my
I'm jokin, smoking reefer
marijuana potent,
take some notes kid, jeepers
I'm a Homer, never sober
Lone composer of boners
Loathsome soldier best pullover
That's an order, and my soul is
torn before the author and the molder
It's colder the darkness in my heart
grows stronger, like it don't belong here
Before I'm gone let me light this bong and
sing my song, I drink alone cus I'm my own
devotion, loan the lotion, I'm focused
on this disorder pull the cord or swing
the sword, I reek of poor decisions
Mixed with excision of inhibition
We living on seamless derivation
Depreciating my medication to
inhalation my face is numb from
all this oxidation and celebratin
Heaven's waiting for Sammy Satan
To exit vacation let fate take em
to his destination, I'm taken
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Hishighness
Member since May 24 2013