There's always something to do
Even when I'm doing nothing, counters to move
Craving silence, mass choirs singing gospel of doom
Allowed to move, refused the honor
Hours tend to get lost, never for naught, even for sport
I walked there myself, I can't get off unless I warp it
I divorced a wild style and got a new one, never force it
Flowers, chose the blue ones, my thumb's green, my pinkies too
Baby's clean, my lady weighs me on the scale of truth
I don't wanna lie to you, sometimes the reason never mattered
You gon' feel it in the rhythm in the pattern
Show my work, a definitive answer
There's only one, but many portals
Fuck you goin' with the door closed?
Greenbacks for crossroad eiders
Dreamcoats brighter than some quartz in the sauna
I was never lost, I only had my eyes closed
Flower possibilities, golden eye knows, golden eye knows
Higher up, higher up, higher
Higher up, higher up, higher
Colors a little more—colors a little more glorious
Bleeding through the edges, we don't really need no altars
No one leaves a message, nigga heaven, I done leveled up
Puffing flower petals, I'm the blackest metal
This a dead church
I believe, I believe in black people believing
I believe in black people believing
Again, I been nasty, I been decent
I ride with sleepyhead, we in and out of sequence
Free the land, I'm a farmer in a skyscraper
Eternal timetable, cosmic blind wager
I'm from a tribe of plate scrapers
The mold burns, we're paying favors
Exactly when you said it would
Spiraling on my square, pushing air
Pointed toe, getting higher
Bet you still liar, who gon' survive?
Still smiling
Higher up, higher, higher
Higher up, higher, higher