Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Head High, artist - Joey Bada$$. Date of issue: 02.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Head High |
| Time waits for no man, life is but a two-step slow jam |
| Dancin' with the devil, tryin' not to lose my balance |
| Look, God blessed the kid many talents, he was chosen |
| It’s why you see him livin' in the moment |
| Every second, gotta own it |
| 'Cause you never know when could be your last |
| Time breathin', now you bleedin' from the gun blast |
| And you thinkin' 'bout the past, see your whole life in a flash |
| Best friends lowerin' your casket, now your son a bastard |
| Pressure on his shoulders make 'em gotta grow faster |
| Where I’m from, the stories never end with no happy ever afters (Uh) |
| Just broken families forced to start new chapters |
| A natural disaster, the cycle, in a loop |
| Are we caught up in a rapture? |
| Not to mention all the other factors |
| Government agendas against rappers |
| They wanna see us either dead or captured |
| So I hold my head high 'til they put me below |
| Best know 'til the day I die I’ma keep my heat close |
| This is for my niggas who took a day to relax |
| Huggin' their block but the block ain’t hug 'em back |
| So we hold our head high 'til they put us below |
| Best know 'til the day we die we gon' keep my heat close |
| This is for my niggas who took a day to relax |
| Huggin' the block but the block ain’t hug us back |
| Took a trip to Miami that March (Uh) |
| Couple weeks right before my daughter got born (Uh) |
| To meet up with a kid by the name of X |
| Had to go to him 'cause he was on house arrest, nonetheless |
| Our first time meetin' we was always on the FaceTime |
| He offered me his place to stay, «Thank you, but I decline» |
| First impression in my mind, «Now that’s a stand-up nigga |
| Someone I could call a friend of mine and that’s tough, nigga» |
| Shit, I could talk about any type of stuff with him |
| Never gave a fuck about who didn’t fuck with him |
| See, that’s my nigga, I had to keep it a buck with him |
| When he played me his album, I told him what he was missin' |
| A lot of niggas woulda took that shit different, woulda thought that I was |
| dissin' |
| Still, we found this beat and started riffin' |
| Shit had me reminiscin', had me thinkin' 'bout Steelo |
| Now that I can see his vision |
| So I hold my head high 'til they put me below |
| Best know 'til the day I die I’ma keep my heat close |
| This is for my niggas who took a day to relax |
| Huggin' their block but the block ain’t hug 'em back |
| So we hold our head high 'til they put us below |
| Best know 'til the day we die we gon' keep my heat close |
| This is for my niggas who took a day to relax |
| Huggin' the block but the block ain’t hug us back |