| I know what you been waitin' for, that new shit
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| You ain’t gotta wait no more
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| I put it down doesn’t matter what place I go
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| I’m smokin' good shit
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| I’m drinkin' Exodo
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| I just wanna live the high life
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| If I don’t smoke before I take off
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| I don’t fly right, uh
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| I’m just tryna get my mind right
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| So fall back
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| I’m just tryna live my life
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| My vision’s blurry, but don’t worry I can see you clear
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| On my way to NYC I’ll bring you back a souvenir
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| Sneaker head, everyday I wear a different pair
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| Flows like water, I should walk around with fishing gear
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| I’m showin' off, show money, we just blow it off
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| On the road to success haters wanna throw me off
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| But I ain’t fuckin' wit' 'em, I don’t know where they be at
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| Dirty ass chlamydia bitches just wanna get me clapped
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| Fuckin' rap music turn me to a monster
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| Jumpin' into mosh pits about to Freddie Foxxx ya
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| Punch you in yo face if yo ain’t comin' at me proper
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| Smokin' like a rasta, bangin' like a shotta
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| Chain hangin' low, breath smellin' like vodka
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| Tommy gun flow, lifestyle of a mobster
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| Offer, they say I’m outta my mind
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| Call me 'Daylight Savings' I’m ahead of my time
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| I said
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| I know what you been waitin' for, that new shit
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| You ain’t gotta wait no more
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| I put it down doesn’t matter what place I go
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| I’m smokin' good shit
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| I’m drinkin' Exodo
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| I just wanna live the high life
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| If I don’t smoke before I take off
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| I don’t fly right, uh
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| I’m just tryna get my mind right
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| So fall back
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| I’m just tryna live my life
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| Consider this my formal introduction
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| I’m roamin' tusslin' for the mind body spirit
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| To get my soul to function
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| I’m so disgustin' yo girl is blushin'
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| She said she in a rush for me to blow her muffin
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| I’m chillin' slowly puffin'
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| A zig zag of a letter Z
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| Alphabetically, I’m John Lennon on the track
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| I just «Let it Be»
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| Especially never getting too sentimentally
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| Fifteen years young, got thirty years ahead of me
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| Tryna get that warranty, ya know my sound’ll blow your decks
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| And holdin' techs, my lyrics’ll (shoot you) B-B-B-B-Boba Fett
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| Youngest spitta of Michigan who can flow the best
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| Everything happens for a reason livin' with no regrets
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| If you tryna follow my trail, you gots to get yo weight up
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| And you can’t borrow my scale, yeah
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| Me and Webby on the gold like green lights
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| From steep heights, me and Statik out, no three strikes
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| I know what you been waitin' for, that new shit
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| You ain’t gotta wait no more
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| I put it down doesn’t matter what place I go
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| I’m smokin' good shit
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| I’m drinkin' Exodo
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| I just wanna live the high life
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| If I don’t smoke before I take off
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| I don’t fly right, uh
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| I’m just tryna get my mind right
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| So fall back
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| I’m just tryna live my life
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| It’s the rap head honcho, Philly to Toronto
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| Sharper than a blade that was made by Hattori Hanzo
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| Theremin couldn’t hurt him 'cus my flowin' is phenomenal
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| Webby half animal leave 'em up in the hospital
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| Achievin' the impossible, flowin' colder than popsicles
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| But heat it up in the booth until the climate is tropical
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| Einstein intelligence, Webster is always smart with words
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| I got some screws loose, need a better carpenter
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| Electrify 'em with a Raichu shock
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| Me and Statik in the fast lane, fly through blocks
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| Lose a battle is one thing that I do not
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| I could kill 'em with less words than a haiku got
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| White man can’t jump, so I’m climbin' to the top
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| This is real Hip Hop fuck a diamonds and your watch
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| Spit flames 'til the point that you’ll perspire on the spot
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| Honestly there’s no denyin' that it’s hot muthafucka |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The High Life (feat. Kali, GameBoi, Chris Webby) , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album Population Control, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп