I'm feelin your high

What compares when all I'm distracted by is you
I wonder some times about all this regret
Don't they do as you do?
I'm feelin ya high
Sitting on a cloud of Ciroq
Emotions on recline

I can see you now
You are so beneath my feet
Jumping into a world of blow
until it numbs your feet
Coming from the bottom to the top

Mixing poems with rhymes
head first into your sea of blue
the blow magnifies my mind. 
I can see a two faced woman
walking down valley stream streets.

Reaching for the cloud I reside
the sea now turns to pink
Congac in the system of my prime
I'm doin lapse around time
Comin down off  your high
JANS THE NAME THAT CLOGS MY MIND
And if the rat wins the race my blood shall turn to wine
(Pop Pop)

I can stand by the glass on the outside and still see in
and if your sins were abreaved watch the tornado begin,
cus,
"I feel like flying an I feel like crying and I feel like dying"