Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Highkey, artist - Angelo Mota. Album song My Art Is Bad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Angelo Mota
Song language: English
Highkey |
| Hey |
| Come over yeah |
| I wanna yeah |
| Don’t want no yeah |
| I want it yeah |
| I need it yeah |
| I see you yeah |
| I need it yeah |
| Told me come over, highkey I wanna |
| I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic |
| I need the karma, out till the morning |
| I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic |
| Told me come over, highkey I wanna |
| I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic |
| I need the karma, out till the morning |
| I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic |
| I don’t subscribe to he-say, she-say |
| I don’t unwind unless my briefcase |
| Full of them hot ones, at least three sweepstakes |
| Think you forgot one, your hands too greasy |
| Don’t drop it, yeah yeah |
| I won’t stop it, yeah yeah |
| Empty pockets, yeah yeah |
| You a empty socket like shit |
| My plug in the hand, I locked it, tight grip |
| I ain’t got no plans to lock, I’m not rich |
| They ain’t talking bout this |
| It’s okay, I like trips |
| Glossier for my chick |
| Courvoisier, I’m type piss, shit |
| I can’t come to my senses, all this ego expensive |
| I got a bit relentless with chances |
| And I go tenfold, and I’m ten toes |
| Still tryna keep my tempo, passing round benzos |
| How could I keep my hands closed? |
| Where did my friends go? |
| You can’t ever get too hot to lose shit |
| I was stupid till I went through shit |
| Now my two cents too much to chew |
| In the booth on bluetooth, too much to do |
| ‘Imma do what I do, too comfortable |
| I done blew, my IQ shoot through the roof |
| This a view I like way too much to lose, dude, yeah |
| Told me come over, highkey I wanna |
| I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic |
| I need the karma, out till the morning |
| I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic |
| Told me come over, highkey I wanna |
| I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic |
| I need the karma, out till the morning |
| I don’t want no drama, oxymoronic |