Clear Eyes

Produced by: Tyler, The Creator

Damn, I never pictured this
Im so high, this s**ts ridiculous
Where did I put my s**t?
Wait, wait, okay, here it is
As I light this place up
Just me alone, so the joints get faced up
Floating through the stars, my whole nights all spaced up
And my thoughts tryna build my place up
Phones buzzing, so I reach and try and read it
But my visions kinda blurry, so I really cant see it
Something important, it might be it
Or maybe a ***** that dont need s**t
Close my eyes and the s**t that Im seeing
Is the reason that I be in the moods that I be in
Damn , Im really baked, I cant tell if Im asleep or Im awake
Ill just sit and wait, yeah, Ill just sit and wait

Domo, *****, open the ******* door, *****
S**t, we got s**t to do come the **** on, its cold *****
< Verse 2>
Let me try to sober up
Throw some water on my face, only if its cold enough
Confidently wiping my face with my shirt
Looking in the mirror like that aint work, damn

Domo, open the ******* door, what the **** are you doing?
Its not funny no more, Im cold as **** *****
I aint got no inhaler *****, s**t, open up

Okay, Im coming
Walking to the door and I seem to notice something
The floor is just a cloud of smoke and Im running
Reaching at the end of the cloud and Im jumping
Flowing through the air just about to hearsomething
Feel a lil shake and my body start buzzing like

*****, you good? (Yeah, Im cool, dog)
Talking in your sleep and s**t *****, you tripping (S**t, my bad)