Hi-Fi

[Produced by Benson, additional production by Kove] [Verse 1] Higher temperatures, I am meant for this Riding on an icicle in a December mist I'm feeling blessed with bliss, I've got my pencil gripped Tryna write about what's left of this Cause what's right is wrong, so what's left is best When only your heartbeat and breath is left There ain't nothing clearer than cleanliness That's why the doctors say "clear" when they press your chest Cleanse your sins, cleanse your sense Forget a press ticket, whose event is this? And I am not on the list for the guests But I guess you could be my guest if I guessed the list 24 missed calls, 9 messages How'd I wake up next to this? Are you tryna string me along? And if so, what's the length of it? How long is a piece of string? I can smell burning How long was the pizza in? But I don't give a-, censorship Shit, I'm in the next abyss Filled up to the brim with emptiness And that's the strength of it, and so I guess this is [Hook] This is it (This is it, my nigga, this is it) My eyes are open now (This is it, my nigga, yeah, this is it) This is it, yeah They can't hold us down, it's over now [Break] Where the fuck did I put it? When the fuck did I last have it? Fuck's sake [Verse 2] Alone, on my own, just zoning Don't know where my phone is, home is where the heart is Fuck it, then I'm homeless, heartless bastard Fuck it, I don't know if my daddy noticed That his son is fully grown yet, fuck it, I should phone him I ain't got his number, all I've got is Mum's one All I need is that and a toilet with a plunger To get rid of this shit, knowing I'll regret it If I mess it with my chick, still I'm messing with this bit Who's a seven at best, maybe seven and a bit On a good day, but this is a bad day I'm using a beer bottle as a flipping ashtray Convincing myself I'm winning in this rat race And that mirror's just a picture of a sad face Listen to my damn pain, feeling smaller than the pin's point André feeling Outkast in a room full of 3000 Big Bois Feeling like a skinny kid, wishing that I did 'roids Feeling like a wasteman, wishing I was employed Like I'm on my deathbed, wishing that I enjoyed life While I coulda done, shoulda woulda done Listen to the bass, listen to the drums Have you ever had a dream That you were being chased but couldn't run? [Hook x2]