High Tide (feat. Ayesha Ahad & Quinton Barnes)
Sam Nabi
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Rhymes so spicy, need an antacid High-minded, call me Captain Fantastic I just want to hide in the woods all day Where the ghost of Noam Chomsky haunts me My bad, I didn't realise he wasn't dead yet Guess I was caught up in my head manufacturing consent There's a multiverse of ways to get your head checked I'm focused on my own shit, so much I haven't read yet (You rap horrid, your rhymes are abhorrent) All that beef but nowhere to store it Follow me, I'll show you where the source is Three Michelin stars, can only afford two courses Bile building up, you're all spit and no loogie Sometimes a star is all wishing, no doing Fumble in the dark, all searching, no moving House lights up now, end of the movie Call it what it is, a mess The hatchet's not buried High time to give it a rest I'm fine, you can't run from high tide Call it what it is, a mess The hatchet's not buried High time to give it a rest I'm fine, you can't run from high tide No, you can't run from high tide I been gone with nowhere to go Don't think I'll make it on my own Can't trust you so I'll do it alone All alone, it's all I know But let me run it back for a minute Guess I'm glad that I met you Through the pain came protection And I guess I'm a master of this shit I'm a special kind of nigga, I ain't worried over it Cause you know that I'm a High stresser when the stakes is low pressure If I don't get it together swear to God I'mma still be the best Don't you ever forget Cause you know that I'm a High stresser though the shit is low pressure If I ain't getting better swear to God I'mma still be the best And don't you ever forget Cause you know that you can Call it what it is, a mess The hatchet's not buried High time to give it a rest I'm fine, you can't run from high tide Well, they've been talking shit about you and they might be right Well, I might be nice but not at the end of the line You cried wolf too many times, I won't break stride To bend my ear and hear lies Herein lies the struggle: what's a real sign of trouble If not an impossible choice Man, I'm playing God, you're playing tricks I build facades, you're faking sick I'm making lists of pros and cons You make me wish I never called What you imply, what they infer You change your mind, I change my words We're out of time, your claim's absurd Between the lines what's left unheard You call me chum like I could be friend or food You won't find me, no chance Hide these tiny moments Bundle up and stuff the keyhole No peeking, I mean it Quit this daydreaming And hold on to your secrets, please kids Cause you know that I'm a High stresser though the shit is low pressure If I ain't getting better swear to God I'mma still be the best And don't you ever forget Cause you know that you can Call it what it is, a mess The hatchet's not buried High time to give it a rest I'm fine, you can't run from high tide
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Written by: Sam Nabi, Quinton Barnes
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