Rap Man

i'm soaring through the skies at eight miles high i definitely can't afford to let my well run dry taking an extra dose every hour while my brain keeps running on left over electrical power watchin all the rain shower get caught by the FBI land in a prison block with two less teeth, a sore stomach and a black eye if i'm lucky i'll just die but im probably going to end up in hell strung out to dry the drugs are starting to catch up to me seein butterflies and hallucinogenic nests of bumblebees goin home shot in the brain full of shame, and the same lame way of thinking with no one but myself to blame things are gonna change i'm gonna find an unguarded bank, walk in and expand my bank account's financial range