Neural Circuitry

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Building castles in the sky while fermenting ergotamine You like to eat k-pin just to even out the high You'd either be prescribed the sun or shade in this place held together with power lines and radio waves Stars aren't shining on us Soldiers aren't dying for us They're risking their lives for the change, a full ride to college or a meaningless grade Learn not from mistakes we've made You make them for yourselves and open pathways in your brain To rearrange your priorities To alter your reality How come my dopamine levels say "no" to me? Jersey diners, refills on opium tea, Vitamin B, 60-40 cut (Bump up!) Broken mirror with my thumb in my gums And if it's not your kind of party, they got a pill for that Sealed Arizona cans to conceal the stash And it doesn't feel as bad, when the company you keep has no future plans We just blame it on circumstance With the baseheads, tryna sell some broken amps In a land where it snows on the sand And every day is jet lag and every night moves too fast [Hook] Too high to die (This scales on [?]) Too high to die (Name brand 'scripts and alcohol) Too high to die (The devil makes house calls) Too high to die (Five heads on twenty bag) Too high to die (I'm calling for my money back) Too high to die (My habits make my money mad) Too high to die (And when I'm dead in the fucking trash) [Verse 2] Pete can keep the loot from my CDs Stiff as a board, raw stashed in my beanie Smile on my face, nose leaking Say "I told you so" for all those who didn't believe me Can't spell funeral without fun, a party's not a party if I'm not fucked up East coast got the opiates Support the troops, Afghani dope connects Dissociatives, dissing your associates Work 'till the sky falls and nobody notices So we glorify substance abuse And blame our problems on everything but their influence (In other words) My crew do drugs We play loud music and we don't wear earplugs We fuck trashy girls and don't wear condoms We have babies even though we don't really want them [Hook] Too high to die (Heaven has a rehab) Too high to die (skeeted on a sleazebag) Too high to die (What side effects does D have?) Too high to die (Downers and uppers) Too high to die (Townies and star fuckers) Too high to die (Junkies turned mothers) Too high to die (The snowman loves us) [Verse 3] What kind of future can I possibly hope for when every pen I write with doubles as a coke straw? And every night's a close call When oxycontins is triple what dope cost What kind of person can I possibly become when my personality is dependent on a drug? (Get it?!) And usually more than one, 'cause too much of anything is never enough What kind of fans could I possibly have when I'm leading them off a cliff and they're glad? They buy merch so I can buy gas And give me free bags for liking my raps What kinds of ladies could they possibly be when they wanna fuck raw after hearing my CD? Seems the future's looking bleak Record everything I ever wrote then OD [Hook] Too high to die (ditch before checkpoints) Too high to die (pissing for your best boy) Too high to die (Just chilling till the next joint) Too high to die (Sharing syringes) Too high to die (Where every day's Christmas) Too high to die (Swear and you'll quit this) Too high to die, too high to die (Too high to die)