High Tech Low Life

I'm sinking lower and lower
I can't figure my life out
I'm getting colder and older
I'm gonna die above the clouds
You can keep your entitlement
I'm tired of the same old sound
I'm getting higher and higher
I'm proud to be not allowed

I'm not allowed
Above the clouds

I'm getting by fine without you

Yeah I'm on the shits
You know I gotta make these stacks
Staying far away
From those who stab me in the back
Staying on my Mac mad lit
Sipping on some Jack

Now I'm in my whip
You know I'm driving really fast
Hoping karma has mercy
For all the spells that I cast
Smoking gas wondering
If I'll surpass the low class

I get high
And you know

(I get high
And feel low)

I'm Undivinely guided