Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Tea, artist - Dirty Heads. Album song Swim Team, in the genre РеггиDate of issue: 12.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Five Seven
Song language: English
High Tea |
| Every night feels like another weekend |
| Set me on fire, but don’t forget to breathe in |
| Too many highs |
| What happened to the ceiling now? |
| Too many lights |
| I don’t know what I’m seeing |
| Where is my mind? |
| Don’t know what to believe in |
| Too many highs |
| What happened to the ceiling now? |
| High as can be |
| Like hibiscus tea |
| Forward in food so I sit down and eat |
| Give me the loot |
| Feeling the beat |
| Too many hits and I can’t feel my feet |
| I’m in the booth, floating offbeat |
| I am the truth, you’re novelty |
| Like fortune tellers don’t need umbrellas |
| I own this bank, I don’t embellish |
| Like broke motherfuckers don’t need Margielas |
| I don’t need shit, I know y’all jealous |
| Take it too far |
| Fuck around lose it, watch it fall apart |
| Dip me in Dopamine, girl let me sink to the floor |
| Can’t even watch |
| Money can change who you are |
| Money can make you feel tall |
| Camping with the star |
| Can’t even reason |
| I’m letting these demons too far |
| I can’t even stop |
| Every night feels like another weekend |
| Set me on fire, but don’t forget to breathe in |
| Too many highs |
| What happened to the ceiling now? |
| Too many lights |
| I don’t know what I’m seeing |
| Where is my mind? |
| Don’t know what to believe in |
| Too many highs |
| What happened to the ceiling now? |
| Head in a rope |
| Hopin' I’ll choke |
| Watch how I laugh when they found out I float |
| Blood on my cloak |
| Ice in my veins |
| Eyes open wide like I’m finally awoke |
| People I warned you to leave me alone |
| Cause I ain’t got no time and I’m trying to smoke |
| Up, up, up man, out of my way |
| Cause you blocking my sun, yeah, tossin' my shade |
| Hasta luego |
| Hotbox city in a wooden winnebago |
| Two red horns and a halo |
| Payloads are paid yo |
| Get out my kitchen this shit is en fuego |
| I’m 'bout to lose it like Bobby Bushay though |
| Leave them speechless with nothing to say though |
| Bodies been chopped off, this shit is my KO |
| I’m 'bout to walk out without posting bail |
| I’m out |
| Every night feels like another weekend |
| Set me on fire, but don’t forget to breathe in |
| Too many highs |
| What happened to the ceiling now? |
| But I can’t even stop |
| (I don’t believe in me) |
| I take it too far |
| (What happened to the ceiling now?) |
| But I can’t even stop |
| Every night feels like another weekend |
| Set me on fire, but don’t forget to breathe in |
| Too many highs |
| What happened to the ceiling now? |
| (I can’t even stop) |
| Too many lights |
| I don’t know what I’m seeing |
| Where is my mind? |
| Don’t know what to believe in |
| (I take it too far) |
| Too many highs |
| What happened to the ceiling now? |