Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High, artist - Cam Meekins. Album song Lamp City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Artist Partner Group
Song language: English
High |
And they still gonna hate when you live your life like how you say |
It don’t matter about them no, it don’t matter about them |
And as long as I’m cool with myself then I feel like everything’s straight |
It don’t matter about them, no |
We can give a fuck about them |
And I live my life how I want to |
I do the things that I want to |
I smoke weed because I want to |
And I drink sometimes to text you |
And it’s alright, I’m okay, I’m fucked up, shit’s going great |
Been through some shit, you can’t relate |
But right now |
I’m living with my ups, my downs, and my lows |
I feel like getting high, you already know |
I’m trying to get away, so let’s go |
I’m living with my ups, downs, lows |
Told the girl in a sky blue |
You and your girl you could ride through |
Ones tall but the other’s like 5'2″ |
Anything you need I provide you |
I’m smokin' weed in new jeans |
Lookin' out the window burnin' cigarettes through screens |
Had an epiphany, I care about three things |
Music and drugs, and the love that you bring |
I’m twisted, I’m drunk it’s been a couple months |
You haven’t called me once |
Used to smoke L’s when I’d catch you on your window sill |
I don’t even smoke blunts, maybe I’m being blunt |
So I’mma light a joint in your honor |
Penthouse niggas do what we want |
And I am who I am |
I ain’t never gonna change |
Just change your twitter pic, I think you changed |
Care too much about how you look in the photos |
Wonder why you’re still stuck fuckin' round solo |
Don’t worry about this bein' in your position |
I know you wish you can take it all back |
But your luck don’t change |
Now that I do what I want we don’t fuck the same |
But it’s still from the heart from the lamp city fam |
Been there from the start |
To the big labels telling me I won’t make it |
Saying my production sound too basic, psych |
Who could fuck with the likes |
Flexing on them suckers like Mike |
Need food on my plate like rice |
So fuck you if you fake, alright |