| So high, what’s beneath me, I can’t even call it high
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| Like ticket holders when the season started
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| It ain’t much to say when actions speak for themselves
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| So just the fact that I’m in this motherfucker means I’m balling
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| So next time you take shots keep an extra cartridge
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| Niggers handcuffing hoes like the police department
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| You think you flying but you really falling
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| You just ain’t hit the concrete yet nigger, you’re stalling
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| They say pop means being popular to the population
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| So excuse me for being the topic of your conversation
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| I just keep banging verses and rocking your mama’s braces
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| What you blazing a week, that’s what I start my day with
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| My checks worth more than your neck worth
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| I got a network about the size of the next earth
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| I’m laid up, so much head that my neck hurt
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| I’m living a dream, I never once with the bed first you dig
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| So what should I do with so much hate?
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| Fuck it, I turn crabs in the bucket to a buffet
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| And beef to a filet that’s a full-course entrée
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| And girl I turn that avocado to some guacomole
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| So Spanish girls Ole, we can skip the foreplay
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| Roll up some good hay and stay high for 4 days
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| We can do it 4 ways, left right, up down
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| My cup running over but I won’t put my cup down
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| You haters cheer leading while I’m out here running touch downs
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| But I won’t be ran down, I run shit, you run down
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| … blowing whistles like please get the sun down
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| Meanwhile I’m globetrotting from sun up to sun down
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| But still I’m straight…
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| No time to play cause I know they don’t… on tp…
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| But still I’m blaze, so manytrees don’t need no shades
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| Living that stamp life, I think my passport need more space
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| Haha, it’s B-o-B-o bitch!
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| So don’t, don’t get mad when your girl come up to me in public like…
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| Just keep it movin' brah
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| All you hater, I don’t even wanna hear no
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| I don’t even know why I gotta smoke for man
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| It’s like I just can’t even get (high), not even a little bit, (high) at all!
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| But still man, you know how I do it
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| Grand hustle in the building
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| Tip coming home soon so you know it’s a problem!
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| I’m gone… I’m finna go get (high) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High , by - B.o.B. Song from the album Epic: Every Play Is Crucial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп