The Hovering Eye

(So here's this instagram guitarist Davin Glover)
(Miming track after track to prove to the world)
I'm gettin high
(How it's edited and faked.)
(I've given this guy a lot of shade to this fake instagram guitarist crisis)
I'm gettin high

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

C-C-C-Crescent moon lil bitch I'm posted in the trees (shoot that bitch!)
That little boy was talkin shit I left his head up on his knees, bitcha (shoot that bitch again!)
A-A-A-All this ice on my neck shinin' like the Big Dipper
I-Im Sipping liquor, m-my flow is only gettin iller (shoot that bitch!) (shoot that bitch again!)

C-C-Creep up slow I'm in that camo like a redneck (Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!)
B-B-Been had choppas, bitch we grew up scopin wit that lead tech
S-Said he want some smoke we turn his block into a dead fest (Ay! Ay! Ay!)
I-ill spin that shit again just to make sure ain't no legs left (talk yo shit)

Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)

I-ill spin that shit again, I'll spin that shit again, motherfucker (fucker) (fucker)

(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

I'll spin that, I'll spin that, spin
I'm gettin high-

(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a-)
Yeah hoe!
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)
(Hidin in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip)
(I'm gettin high, I'm-I'm gettin high)

C-C-Crescent moon lil bitch I'm posted in the trees
That little boy was talkin shit I left his head up on his knees, bitcha
A-A-All this ice on my neck shinin' like the Big Dipper
I-Im Sipping liquor, m-my flow is only gettin iller

Creep up slow I'm in that camo like a redneck
B-B-Been had choppas, bitch we grew up scopin wit that lead tech
Said he want some smoke we turn his block into a dead fest
ill spin that shit again just to make sure ain't no legs left