Lyrics:
through SC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
If you see me in
the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow)
Well now listen to the whistle in the rockwood cut on the high line to Silverton Town
And you're gonna get
vaults
High speed all on 12, I know they wishin' I would halt
Everything they told me, took it with a grain of salt
Working on my anger, I just beat up two
1, 2, 3 I can see
Im the bitch they wanna be
2, 3, 4 want some more
Come on knock me on the door
3, 2, 1, gimme somme
Hang with me, Real High, real
right? Yellin out the ride boy get your ass inside. Spotted 5-0 bass up speed low windows tinted like a motha fuckin limo. Bouncin scrapin the floor puffin
Du willst nur spielen
wir jagen Rekorde
knacken den High Score
Taten statt Worte
leg ruhig vor
Meister jeder Rubrik
brauch nur n Schälmesser
bei Call
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Light a flare in the road, I'm an accident
Limping into the light I'm off axis
We got 808s to make cats piss, right on the rug where the cat sits
By
know I've tried
And in my room I cry still get Jah by my side
He lift me high heal all my scars clear all my past
And now I feel alright
Cuz I gat my
them backwoods just keep that smoke outside please
I’m more wavy than the high seas
Got a bad chick she beside me
Got her heart racing at high speeds
brothers done toast up
You know what it is when I boast up
W's when I rep that West Coast up
Out of the window of my Tesla, not a roadster
Going high speed
lit, sometimes you get faded
Sometimes you get by, sometimes you get moted
Sometimes you get high, sometimes you get loaded
Slick streets, rainy days
2pac
Chorus
We are not our ancestors Niggah
We been in a pandemic niggah
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeh We the young Black Malitia
Now
with those ocean eyes, got me losing time
You argue faster than the speed of light, but I don't mind
'Cause you got me high on life
Smoke in my lungs,
On the move like high speed
Boss Hall like Slim Thugger
Louis V, yeah, that's that slugger
Wordplay like Rocko
Bad child like Roscoe
Pool table, yeah, you're
Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun
And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1
So one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat
tweakin'
Who dat right there creepin'
Brodie watch that car
Oh that's just the brodie
Nigga better speed it up on god
Wait who dat up by my shawdy
By the bar
Came from sour patch
Im In duffle bag
Stone Age
Feeling rad
Hella high
Like helipad
High like Himalayas
I feel like Zendaya
In the town like im
of thousands
Surrounded by lights
Nobody stands in our way
Pull your head back
Hold your hands high
Shake your body
If it's too loud
And your brain hurts
Fill
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make
Days going by so quickly
Caught up in a magic haze
Floating as I ride the wave
Hurricane came in my room
On a quiet night of June
The globe is
Make me wanna go high and then higher
Light up the fire so I can do what's prior
And light up the weed, you are what I need
Pick up the speed and listen
four shots two blunts and a dab
All these mother fuckers still getting mad
We're gonna switch it up and get so crazy
right now
Smoking the best
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