Lyrics Ntrlhigh - Thecoolismac, Lola Coca

Ntrlhigh

HOOK
Take to the sky on a natural high
Get outta space when I take gas to face
Guess the god flow ain’t enough Pray for better days
We in the same league I’m just makin better plays
Apply pressure til I’m havin my way
Havin my way
Them niggas said we wouldn’t amount and that’s a slap in the face
That’s why you see me on Edgewood on a Wednesday
Street cred no loss and if I did I shook it off
Put my pockets in the green Or I’m not involved
Goin broke ain’t a good look at all
Winter spring and summer fall thew
Get you a glimpse of the livin proof
Classic nigga never had a suit
Ima blow yo fuckin mind if you never had that boot
Always catch me in Nike cuz I never needed a Boost
Black in Hollywood Gettin loose w skaters
Ain’t nothin major just the coolest Nigga from Decatur
Bless your soul if you near me
Think you comin close to me Not nearly
Damn my stock jumpin severly clearly
She gone take there like Siri
I could never let that hate pierce me
HOOK
Take to the sky on a natural high
Get outta space when I take gas to face
Guess the god flow ain’t enough Pray for better days
We in the same league I’m just makin better plays
BRIDGE
Why do you wanna be that guy?
Fronting like you running in London and popping bottles but you broke
Hunting to impress but can’t finesse the rum and coke
VERSE: Lola Coca
Let me just pinch my two fingers
And then I’ll pinch your wick out
Extinguish all fire hazards since you’ve been dancing with your dick out
Wow
If I wasn’t sure before you definitely are a prick now
Fuck you
I’m sensitive
I’m like Kanye
Without hits (owww)
More sass then assassinating a Sasquatch
I’m locked in like a padlock
But still laid back as a hammock
Chill out chill
Kick back fuck you
I love you
But I’m mad
Is that so right or so wrong
Better buy yourself a bed you’ve been sleeping on me for so long
Pushing all my buttons since FIFA featured my song
Like a preacher preaching, I’m long
Monica, you’re so gone
I sing when I’m stressing
Your lessons aggressive
My only soul guess is
I couldn’t be on your guestlist
But, oh shit is that how it is?
But the joke is, you’re the only one who keeps my focus
BRIDGE
Why do you wanna be that guy?
Fronting like you running in London and popping bottles but you broke
Hunting to impress but can’t finesse the rum and coke
OUTRO
And it doesn’t even make sense
But being on the fence is my biggest self defence
No pretence — the D is decent
It’s different but it doesn’t really make a difference, huh?