Still Gettin High

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Deavo Hughes

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Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, bitch I'm not even high yet, watch how I take off in this spaceship
Man, free my brother out them cages he got caught on that fake flip
Nah baby, I know you want to f*ck with me baby but I'm free like a mason
On god, stop sending me stupid ass bullshit, I don't give a f*ck about your location
Yuh, you really just riding the bench, you not even in the fucking rotation
How the f*ck I'm supposed to be with you, when you ain't lay the foundation
How the f*ck I'm supposed to be with you when you so stuck on fixations
I ain't got no love for you no more but baby I promise I don't hate you
Nah, but I'ma f*ck you like I hate you
Nah, but I'm not here to persuade you
Yuh, lil bitch you know I'm throwing plays like I'm Gardner Minshew
Yuh, baby I want to get to the blues
Yuh, I come from a place up North where we sing the winter blues
And that bullshit be blowing me, so f*ck it I'ma T up
Wow, you rocking a fake AP talking about how you got your P's up
What, it's 7AM in the morning and she like Deavo come beat it up
Yuh, doing this shit on my own, I do this shit by my leisure
I'm not trying to say that I'm holy, I know that I am no preacher
But this bitch I swear that she devil sent, man she a real hell creature
Yuh but she bad, and I would love you to meet her
Yuh, I'm telling you you're going to love her man she a real people pleaser
Yuh, she a real high achiever
Nah, she a real thrill seeker

Nah, and if it's not for a play lil bitch then don't hit on my mobile, please
Put up with the fake ass bullshit I did that shit for too long
I'm trying to tell you baby I tried, but I couldn't write my wrongs
I shed a tear when I wrote this song, life is a bitch of a teacher
Oh my bad, you got that digital dash, bro you know that's a standard feature
Aye what you on, mixing Oxycodone with the Hydro yea that's a standard procedure
Man, I just live my life with love man, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Damn, I can't even tell what's real, I'm high like you wouldn't believe
Nah man, we ain't smoking on ounces man, we smoking on tons
Baby she know that I am a soldier, I march to the beat of my drum
Huffing this gas, f*ck it I'm going to fill my lungs
Oh you mad, why, cause you thought you was the one

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