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heart could ever feel this vacant
But Every time we got high it was another distraction
Vision blinded by blunt smoke and dirty actions
You always lusted

trust is like a butterfly
Fly so high till you reach the sky
The effect is the result so play it wise
It's with this song that I numb the pain
Music's art

From French quarter
All the way to Hollanda
Yuh gyul she does talk to me often
Weed got me high
I does be
In a coffin
Tell me what u want want want

On Backstreet
I never does shop
Don't ask me why
Don't ever be relaxed g
Cuz the dump is on fire
No lie
I try to warn you but the end is near
Removed by the tools

can tell im high by my eyes tho
How high

And I notice that everybody stop fucking with you
when you focus so my goal is to approach this
With faith

of the ends of the earth
The high and lofty one who inhabits eternity
Called me me and you by His Name
You inhabit all our Praise
You are He who Reigns

It was till that fateful night
I was deceived by their charades
Came on down from my parade
Only to realize, I had been played
How my heart is filled

with my shall (Marshall)
Everything is not shady
I'm Ascii
Music is to be murdered by Technique
and that matters (Methers)
I'm sick with the pad n pen

the night
That nigga trippin' by the L, but that's a part of life
Bro, if you teach you how to make a living, gotta play it right

Send him up like Ben Frank,

get it off me
I got up now I'm balling
She hit me up, are you stalling?
Living the hilife let's go
This is the highlight of my soul
I want to get high

Giddiyup, speedy steed
Pussy divin, Scuba Steve
We got AC on the DC
And we doin dirty deeds
That lad High-Q got the dabs
Better keep it low key
On the lookout

like you know me by my name
If you ain't ever struggle with me get up out my face
How you gonna comment on my life I did this alone?
You wasn't with me

a subpoena
Top chef turn yo bitch to a eater
Top shelf how I'm blowin this reefer
WOK I po that shit by the liter
That nigga ain't street he be telling

from the gutter
But it doesn't matter, We still climb the ladder
We wanna live better, So we gotta utter
By just going harder, We just want the zaka

really sick, ay
And my bitch, she really fine with how it is, ay
I got money, I got hella from this biz, ay, yeah
They say we so high that we might check

the days u felt like Just taking your life and I would stop by to say it's alright Stay (come on) high (smoke some more) Stay (come on) high (smoke some

too
Niggas talking niggas dissing put em all straight on the news yeah
Nun but winners on my team how can we lose?
Better lace up when we sliding knock

I make music real, niggas sit and ride too
I hell cat on 94 is what I'm flying through
My brother caught another play, you know I'm sliding too
Most

808 Mafia
Bass God on the beat, 'tell by the bass

I'm never on time nigga, I'm always late
If you a broke nigga, I know you gon' hate
If you a rich

now
Makes me want to take my chances
We could run off indefinitely
If you just say the word

Andrew!
We're in the high life now
Prefrontal cortex is

Hey hey
Woah woah
How high
How low

Can this water rise
In this coming tide
The sun is setting
But the moon is high
If there's one thing I can't

throw up the degrees
(Two High)
(Uh)
I look you in the eye grip your neck on your knees
I be posted outside by the tree rolling trees
Come and see me
Know

I'll never let the time fly by
And these two minute niggas only know how to wet their noodle
It's bittersweet when all the work you put in ain't truly

the cousin
Of death, He ain't resting, he's working hard
He will only be stopped by death, He's learning how to pave the way
But firstly walking in that way,