Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Petersburg High, artist - Onative. Date of issue: 27.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Petersburg High |
| You got me high off a pill |
| Now you got me thinking I will die if I will take another hit what are we doing? |
| This ain’t right but feels so raw |
| All of my friends and all of their friends are knocking on the door |
| But we |
| But we are off the top |
| Fuck me fuck me |
| It’s freezing hot |
| I ain’t better on my own, better on my own nah |
| This will be your home, this will be your home now |
| (Bridge) |
| You might be the one I need |
| Even if I didn’t believe |
| Love is real, cause it weak right before you baby now |
| I’m hearing all these symphonies |
| Choking up my misery |
| Why does this feel bittersweet? |
| Tell me we won’t die |
| (Hook) |
| Damn your eyes look so pretty when you’re buzzed on the floor |
| And you know the whole city’s getting high on the low |
| Don’t you trip if you start hearing all the knocks on the door |
| Cause you know the whole Petersburg is high on the low |
| Petersburg high |
| Petersburg high |
| 6 hours passed and I still feel like I’m the king |
| Your mouth is dry, I felt it when I licked your lips |
| Just stay right here and I’ll be back with stolen drinks |
| As long as you promise me there’s more to sniff |
| But we |
| But we, we never learn |
| Fuck me fuck me |
| I’m not concerned |
| I ain’t better on my own, better on my own nah |
| This will be your home, this will be your home now |
| (Bridge) |
| You might be the one I need |
| Even if I didn’t believe |
| Love is real, cause it weak right before you baby now |
| I’m hearing all these symphonies |
| Choking up my misery |
| Why does this feel bittersweet? |
| Tell me we won’t die |
| (Hook) x2 |
| Damn your eyes look so pretty when you’re buzzed on the floor |
| And you know the whole city’s getting high on the low |
| Don’t you trip if you start hearing all the knocks on the door |
| Cause you know the whole Petersburg is high on the low |
| (Outro) |
| Do me a favor, don’t talk |
| My conscious is turned off |
| I might flip, I might cause the shit that makes you feel lost |
| You shouldn’t fuck with a man who traded himself for grams |
| Who’s sabotaged his own plans |
| Get away get away |
| Nobody told me it’d feel like this |
| No one said soda would taste like piss |
| Every voice like a serpent’s hiss |
| Clock that is ticking reloads like clips |
| Songs sound like sirens |
| Even when it’s quiet there’s no silence |
| Cause hobo in me turns fucking wild and he knows the place where I’m hiding |