HIGHTYDE
fricky-fricky, woot! ficky-fricky-fricky, woot! woot!
fricky-fricky, fricky-fricky-fricky, woot!
fricky-fricky-fricky-fricky, woot! woot! fricky
fricky, woot! fricky-fricky-fricky-fricky-fricky, woot!

HIGHTYDE
Sometimes I feel tilted
I woke up pissed and missed my kids field trip
I feel real sick, film and reel flicks, you still feel this?
real clips and hits from steel and heel kicks
do I have to mention, what the deal is?
I'm skinny, like one of, Ally McBeal's kids
"Where's the party at?" give me a heart attack
enough of that can give anyone a cardiac
part of me asked you to pardon me back
I read the card you wrote me, sorry he's whack!
I'm still un-stoppa, on top of
Big Poppa, Smurf, drop a verse

HIGHTYDE
I used to feel tilted
My life was like a juice filled glass and I spilt it
we all know that fruit juice stains are permanent
and though I'm not sure of it
I know somehow I'll learn from it (learn from it)
(x2)

HIGHTYDE
Professional amatuer, turned pro again, the Smithsonian
wanted to place my first record underneath their glass cases
as the only rap CD with bad taste, it's
crappy, it's even crap-tacular
don't believe me? Just ask Dracula
don't believe him? Then ask Pamela
Anderson, as if she'd know though
I'm so-so-so def, but not signed to so-so def
when I say slide, slide! and go-go left!
then break your head, back, and neck, 'til no bone's left
I have no money, I don't owe debts
I just write songs that might cause a white fog
to rise up and clog up the ozone, right dawg?
I just now feel like, God deserves me
'cause I feel tilted, topsy-turvy

HIGHTYDE
I used to feel tilted
My life was like a juice filled glass and I spilt it
we all know that fruit juice stains are permanent
and though I'm not sure of it
I know somehow I'll learn from it (learn from it)
(x2)

HIGHTYDE
When it comes to friends, I lost alotta
so I popped the top off and got gospel on you
have you read the Bible, head west with Fivel,
have you ever got bed-rest like I do?
I'm not this cranky, I'm Mister Hanky
the Christmas poo, I wish this dude
would just dissvault, it's not his fault
he chose to insault these, kids with sick thoughts
he's just like us, we're all ticked-off, we
all get sick when we sip on coffee
I'm just getting so, sick of this place and
kids sayin that, I richochet back
I'm not back, I've been here the whole dag time
I once had riches, now it's rags I
have, I'm not bad, my bad rap is
just as bad as trying to kick bad habits

HIGHTYDE
I used to feel tilted
My life was like a juice filled glass and I spilt it
we all know that fruit juice stains are permanent
and though I'm not sure of it
I know somehow I'll learn from it (learn from it)
(x4)

HIGHTYDE
If you're listening to this song
you must be suffering from Tilt-a-nitus, ha!