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Description
Studio Personnel, Producer, Engineer: Fisticuffs
Engineer, Studio Personnel: Christian Plata
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Derek Ali
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Jaycen Joshua
Studio Personnel, Assistant Mixer: Ryan Kaul
Associated Performer: Doc Allison
Composer Lyricist: Jhene Aiko Chilombo
Composer Lyricist: Herbert Stevens
Lyrics and translation
Original
I am Alice, I'm in Wonderland. Where's the rabbit? He is late again.
Goodness gracious, I can't wait for him. Who has got the time?
Round and round, and round and round we go. It's just like the same scenario.
Good for nothing, feels like something ain't right. I,
I,
I.
I might have got way too high.
I,
I.
I might have got way too high.
I am tripping, I keep slipping. I cannot recognize.
What's the difference in pretending and living a real life?
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Everything is spinning now. Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Have you seen the ground?
I, I,
I.
I might have got way too high.
I,
I.
I might -have got way too high. -Yo.
-Break it down. Roll it up. -Mountains and valleys. Seashells from
Sally. Ego removed, but still in tune exactly.
Pride set aside, third eye winking at me. My, what a ride. Real trippy shit. I glimpse with a squint, but
I can see a whole grip. My retina's red. My vision is crystal.
Didn't use pencil, but it's true I led. My way to this sedated state of mind I always tread.
My daddy did it, this the state of mind I always had.
I'm mad he died before we got to have a man-to-man. I got two packs of sweet aromatics and fourteen grams.
So I take a deep breath. Puff, puff, pass.
Part of my paranoia, I'm just a product of my past.
I show you how to let your soul sail. Smoking la-la, talking to Allah, I.
-I. -Might've got way too high.
-I, I. -So.
I might have got way too high.
I, I.
I might have got way too high.
English translation
I am Alice, I'm in Wonderland. Where's the rabbit? He is late again.
Goodness gracious, I can't wait for him. Who has got the time?
Round and round, and round and round we go. It's just like the same scenario.
Good for nothing, feels like something ain't right. I,
I,
I.
I might have got way too high.
I,
I.
I might have got way too high.
I am tripping, I keep slipping. I cannot recognize.
What's the difference in pretending and living a real life?
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Everything is spinning now. Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Have you seen the ground?
I, I,
I.
I might have got way too high.
I,
I.
I might -have got way too high. -Yo.
-Break it down. Roll it up. -Mountains and valleys. Seashells from
Sally. Ego removed, but still in tune exactly.
Pride set aside, third eye winking at me. My, what a ride. Real trippy shit. I glimpse with a squint, but
I can see a whole grip. My retina's red. My vision is crystal.
Didn't use pencil, but it's true I led. My way to this sedated state of mind I always tread.
My daddy did it, this the state of mind I always had.
I'm mad he died before we got to have a man-to-man. I got two packs of sweet aromatics and fourteen grams.
So I take a deep breath. Puff, puff, pass.
Part of my paranoia, I'm just a product of my past.
I show you how to let your soul sail. Smoking la-la, talking to Allah, I.
-I. -Might've got way too high.
-I, I. -So.
I might have got way too high.
I, I.
I might have got way too high.