Lyrics:
by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease
There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa
Let some good looking man rub
them high I fly
It's no lie on the prize my eyes Instrumental motivating as I ride i rise
Yeah
In love it's hard tell them bye bye bye
The microphone is
Flyer than a ribbon in the sky, sky-high (high)
They don't want no smoke, man, these niggas know the vibes
(You know the vibes)
When real niggas
when I say I'm ooglin'
So high that I can't do shit
Don't know why but I need a new bitch
I'm so fine feeling ruthless
I had a date did no pookin'
it in a cool dry place"
I drove around the city
Looking for a room
That was high above the water
Where my things could be in tune
There was no
a hollow stare (Preoccupied)
The cure is their demise
Waiting
For their legal high
Praying
For a cure they'll never find
Walking with clouded eyes
Never
This boy is staying acoustic
There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
the high price of living when you're living it high
See ah, my type of livings when you're giving a lie
And you don't got to admit what you did to get by
See
you should gravitate my nucleus
I'm getting high off my insouciance
You know I'm flyer than a Stewardess
I'm getting by off rhymes and nutrients
revolution like anarchy in the high notes
Passages of a Mystro, accurately my lines grow
With immaculacy of white rose
By the wayside, by the baseline
Cover
and silent I stand
Like some dime store Dalai Lama
I been searching high and low...
Angel, devil, it's all the same
Each one knows me by name
you've lost behind
I know you've been hurt
So many times
But
Not everything lasts
Baby
I know you've been hurt
By so many lies
No need to worry now
Cause
invention the king battle of epic proportions
Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion
Optimized computerization virus
Paradoxical acoustic sound
We do this for the lights, the shine, the times, the vibes
The lows, the highs, the fall, the Rise
My momma dropped me on my head
I hit the ground
you hate when your girl
Is a fan?
That FLIGHT shit be so high
It don’t land
Got a stu in the crib
Cause we can
Flipping bands, kicking shit
Jackie Chan
to me
E dey cure my craze
I no go lie, i'm helpless
I can't deny this thing I feel for you
E dey high like shekpé
Girlie i no wan carry you de'be
If you
Gotta distribute the cure
We ain't invincible
Malcontent with this plague
And its principle
Fuck what it stands for
Remember what we stand for
Fuck
that I soak it
Tell by my eyes, never lose focus
Tell by my eyes, never lose focus
Too many high wid narcotics they poppin
Man fuck what they talkin, I
that I live by, till the day that I'm gone
On my days it's hard to just get by, I open up and read Psalms
Singing praise to the Most High at the top
the rough property lines
Or my brother barefoot
Peering at tadpoles
In a bucket beside the rainwater tank
By the outdoor laundry where the weeds grew high
If
Freak of nature, with jaw dropping skill
From the low rhythmic bass lines to the harmonic fills
New Age Funk on acoustic guitar
Always wanted
you on high.
Your spirit and your pride can never, will never,
can never, will never die.
Written by and copyright Graham Trust
Graham Trust:
Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really
committing dirty acts for the high officials
You could wash your hands until you can't wash them any more
It is like an epidemic and you won't find a cure
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