Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High, artist - Caskey. Album song Black Sheep 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
High |
I be getting high sometimes, I be getting high sometimes, yeah |
I be getting high sometimes, I be getting high sometimes |
To escape from the lows |
To escape from the lows |
I be getting high sometimes, I be getting high sometimes |
In my city, I’m the big bro, need no intro |
Come back into my neighborhood, it’s essential |
Hop up out the coupe, they dap me, I got credentials |
I ain’t got a problem with these, I’m with my kinfolks |
Slide through the city, the crime is out the window |
One of my lil cousins, he finally pull the kick door |
Tryna be somebody, he blind, he being sinful |
I’m prayin' for him, but more important |
I know how it goes when you in trouble and you love somebody |
Watching how the drugs just be fucking with their body, ah |
My sister used to shoot up in my momma’s house |
You couldn’t understand what I’m talking 'bout |
I be getting high sometimes, I be getting high sometimes, yeah |
I be getting high sometimes, I be getting high sometimes |
To escape from the lows, yeah |
(I be getting high sometimes, I be getting high sometimes) |
I be getting high to escape from the lows, sometimes |
(I be getting high sometimes, I be getting high sometimes) |
Sometimes I am not the big bro, lil bro, play with 64 |
The seventh grade, I sold a pill, my big sister know |
My brother Dez, he just like me, we identical |
Do all for change, this shit done turned us to a criminal |
My pops bought him a gun, committed suicide |
I got friends and none of them is do or die |
Say they riding for ya till everything isn’t unified |
All of the sudden, they flip the script, happen to you and I |
Tryin' to be the god, they got me out here, I’m crucified |
Say you got the work in your trunk, how much do you supply? |
Might just pull up on ya with sticks, take all your jewels and ride |
Everybody think they shit, till someone pull up |
With them choppers out the window, dog, and you ain’t expect it |
My lil homie was found guilty, dog, and he wasn’t connected |
Either way he wasn’t finna go nowhere unprotected |
Got me smoking on the daily like that shit my profession |
I’m getting high, I |
I be getting high sometimes, I be getting high sometimes |
To escape from the lows |
I be getting high sometimes to escape from the lows |
My mind ain’t the type of place, you wanna go |
I be popping every day, don’t wanna show |
I cannot look me in my face, I’m 'bout to blow |
I know how it goes when you in trouble and you love somebody |
Watching how the drugs just be fucking up the body, ah |