Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why Do We Get High?, artist - Pouya.
Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why Do We Get High? |
We can get along but I’ll still keep the piece to keep the beast away from me |
I know he’s waiting patiently for me to arrive |
I survived so many nights and my torturous ways |
So really it’s myself the one that should be afraid |
I walk a tight rope between God and the reaper and I’m ready |
For either, but they leave it up to me to choose my path |
I got this wrath inside my chest, and it’s burning, don’t get rest |
Sometimes I feel like it’s a test but rest assure I know ther’s more |
To life than this, you blink, you miss |
Next thing you know you’r deep in shit |
Thinking about the things you could’ve done different |
I know we wish upon the stars but know they way too far |
When do we give up? |
When that liquor don’t give you hiccups |
And those pills don’t get your dick hard |
Why do we get high? |
To balance out the lows |
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode? |
Not getting younger and that’s getting really old |
Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told |
Why do we get high? |
To balance out the lows |
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode? |
Not getting younger and that’s getting really old |
Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told |
Get your diploma, go to college, you might be somebody |
You hang with bums, you might become a boy, just think about it |
Can’t go too far with shackles on your feet, connected to the weakest link |
In your crew, the homie bad, the homie down |
The homie bad, the homie down, just let me swim or make me drown |
You surround yourself with clowns, well, what that make you? |
(Yuh-yuh, yuh) |
Got a lot to go around but when that bank account drown |
No one is to be found so what’s that tell you? |
(Yuh-yuh, yuh) |
Why do we get high? |
To balance out the lows |
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode? |
Not getting younger and that’s getting really old |
Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told |
Why do we get high? |
To balance out the lows |
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode? |
Not getting younger and that’s getting really old |
Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told |
I lock myself in my room every night with my pistol grip tight |
Fightin' demons left and right, with all my mind |
I might convince myself that I’m the chosen one for everyone to leech off |
But fuck that, I can’t be the one to feed all (Yuh-yuh, yuh) |
No, you won’t be takin' advantage, need a Xanax for the damage |
To the canvas of my life, I gotta manage (Ayy, ayy, yuh-yuh) |
Step to the side if you ain’t ridin' with me, bitch, I need someone |
I could come with no judgment or passive-aggressiveness |
Why do we get high? |
To balance out the lows |
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode? |
Not getting younger and that’s getting really old |
Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told |
Why do we get high? |
To balance out the lows |
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode? |
Not getting younger and that’s getting really old |
Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told |
Why do we get high? |
To balance out the lows |
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode? |
Not getting younger and that’s getting really old |
Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told |