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]