be High Fidelity Definitely Switchin' the melody Can it be the brothers that you rarely see That got together for the better Whether him or me And together we Will forever be High
breath And let my nigga Marc 7even just do the rest [Marc 7] I'll do the rest But I won't rest Get fresh off of any beat you suggest High tech with the
my high score so say goodbye there's the door i can't see you anymore and there's a flame there's a spark but she beat my high score so say goodbye
Nous sommes dans un monde de gangsta Ou certaines personnes avec leur uniforme on tous les droits Dit moi qui sont les bad boys qui sont nes hors la loi
don't sleep no I don't even know what I got sheets for Them pillow cases and bed frames oh nah take that, don't need those So high I don't get high,
that ride Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide [Vado] Who am I? nudy fly with a cutie pie Burning pot, turtle top watching cooley high Shoot high
Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Loso (WOOOOOOOOOOO!) It wont stop, until I do the numbers im suppose to And my accountant got as many numbers as a social With a
be talks of how the found a man smoked on the news I'm a career crook... they used a mugshot For my graduation picture and my junior high school yearbook
she proud cause I'm stickin to my dreams, get myself out to big and better things It's the high life boy I live the fly life honey's want my number cause
Little boys are acting up Baby mothers are going crazy And the leaders all round cracking up We goat rich we fry Price of living in a shanty town jus seem to be high
date me Call me asshole or call me baby I don't really care it's all the same thing [x2] I got a style so pure it'll leave your face numb High off my
more massive then all them undergraduates you know you so pretentious, you love pretending like your love for learning could be applied to this shit the line for jobs is quite high
Ross - Chorus] My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!) My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!) My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap My Jordans high
Lucy in the sky I'm whisky frisky Lady Jane, Marry Jane Drive me rocked out y No pain, No delight Get me dry high Number 24 I need X y Stand up! Fuck
stop the rain say you'd try and hold me tight and you just give me away make me high on lullabies a melody for me to sway make me high on lullabies a
me to rap for free, you done lost yo mind (you done lost yo mind) I'ont care how long I knew ya give a fuck if we can Went to high school together giva
sagging creases to find a hoe Now they can't look me in the eyes, cause they might tell on theyself About having something to do with trying to riddle my number
alone I need to get away) Trying to clear my mind (trying to clear my mind, from all the stress and the drama in my life) I'm so high (I'm so high I'm
