It's that good, it's that truth that's created its that that that high baby
We gon' need a parachute, wings, pair of shoes with the wings on the heels
s*****raka:
We high!!! Sho, what does that really mean?
We use to get stoned now we just stone Philistines
Trying to get buzz but without chronic or Booze in them
The crew Israel you would have thought it was a Jew with them
No label no genre they dont know where to group me
We're just a group with no home sat hello to the new Fugees
We got a heart for the poor but we are so bourgeois
Wal-Mart budget but our swag so Gucci
high charity, high living, high art
These rappers rhyme book should probably have more erase marks
When they open their mouths we are not Impressed
They have no direction why is this not Addressed
Ignorant artist live backwards with their weak standards
Praying for Sunday to put an end to these weak rappers
And there is nothing they can do to make your boy afraid
I'm from a place where the ground does the Harlem shake
You gon' need a parachute, pair of shoes with the wings on the heels
Homie we high. We live high, stay high. pass on anything that aint fly.
You don't need to get trashed for this, good life get your name on the list
Tell yo' mama we high. We live high, stay high, pass on anything that aint fly.
Swoope:
Welcome to the crack house of blues it's the trap house of music
Packed out with dudes thats fed up with them whack styles thats stupid
A movement who is fly as parachutes is, look what the wind blew in
Society thats so high Im an addict, so high Im the attic
try and keep off and Im like nope bye Im back at it
We got that good stuff, trying to get you under
The influence of someone higher than marijuana
Oh you on that ganja? Im warning you aint high yet
We pushing that good music on your corner like a hydrant
Hi kids,I'll show you what high is
Live under the law of not your honor but your highness. Flying
You gon' need a parachute, pair of shoes with the wings on the heels
Homie we high. We live high, stay high. pass on anything that ain't fly.
You don't need to get trashed for this, good life get your name on the list
Tell yo' mama we high. We live high, stay high, pass on anything that ain't fly.
JR:
Yeah momma I'm so high, I cant remember the last time I was this fly.
The music got me open I'm ready to take a dive and every second I listen its just like s-s-s-suicide.
'Cause the 808s, they killing me, but I cant help it its healing me just like therapy.
You say you got that good, well homie I've lost faith,
'Cause all I see is copy cats in this rat race.
Natalie Sims "Suzy Rock":
Hello hi to my haters
Send em on a hiatus
Hibernating I woke em up with something New Sinai Lathan
But I light ain't latent
Our Music so Mavis
Beacons beaming for miles
We blowing trumpets
Hi Davis
We that 84 retro, that art deco
Where harps bark, Heavy Metal
We Balloons Let go
We Techno artist in a broad market
On a narrow road marching pushing margins
Marksmen with one target
Lets go
High
We live high, stay high. pass on anything that ain't fly.
You don't need to get trashed for this, good life get your name on the list
Tell yo' mama we high. We live high, stay high, pass on anything that aint fly.
We gon' need a parachute, wings, pair of shoes with the wings on the heels
s*****raka:
We high!!! Sho, what does that really mean?
We use to get stoned now we just stone Philistines
Trying to get buzz but without chronic or Booze in them
The crew Israel you would have thought it was a Jew with them
No label no genre they dont know where to group me
We're just a group with no home sat hello to the new Fugees
We got a heart for the poor but we are so bourgeois
Wal-Mart budget but our swag so Gucci
high charity, high living, high art
These rappers rhyme book should probably have more erase marks
When they open their mouths we are not Impressed
They have no direction why is this not Addressed
Ignorant artist live backwards with their weak standards
Praying for Sunday to put an end to these weak rappers
And there is nothing they can do to make your boy afraid
I'm from a place where the ground does the Harlem shake
You gon' need a parachute, pair of shoes with the wings on the heels
Homie we high. We live high, stay high. pass on anything that aint fly.
You don't need to get trashed for this, good life get your name on the list
Tell yo' mama we high. We live high, stay high, pass on anything that aint fly.
Swoope:
Welcome to the crack house of blues it's the trap house of music
Packed out with dudes thats fed up with them whack styles thats stupid
A movement who is fly as parachutes is, look what the wind blew in
Society thats so high Im an addict, so high Im the attic
try and keep off and Im like nope bye Im back at it
We got that good stuff, trying to get you under
The influence of someone higher than marijuana
Oh you on that ganja? Im warning you aint high yet
We pushing that good music on your corner like a hydrant
Hi kids,I'll show you what high is
Live under the law of not your honor but your highness. Flying
You gon' need a parachute, pair of shoes with the wings on the heels
Homie we high. We live high, stay high. pass on anything that ain't fly.
You don't need to get trashed for this, good life get your name on the list
Tell yo' mama we high. We live high, stay high, pass on anything that ain't fly.
JR:
Yeah momma I'm so high, I cant remember the last time I was this fly.
The music got me open I'm ready to take a dive and every second I listen its just like s-s-s-suicide.
'Cause the 808s, they killing me, but I cant help it its healing me just like therapy.
You say you got that good, well homie I've lost faith,
'Cause all I see is copy cats in this rat race.
Natalie Sims "Suzy Rock":
Hello hi to my haters
Send em on a hiatus
Hibernating I woke em up with something New Sinai Lathan
But I light ain't latent
Our Music so Mavis
Beacons beaming for miles
We blowing trumpets
Hi Davis
We that 84 retro, that art deco
Where harps bark, Heavy Metal
We Balloons Let go
We Techno artist in a broad market
On a narrow road marching pushing margins
Marksmen with one target
Lets go
High
We live high, stay high. pass on anything that ain't fly.
You don't need to get trashed for this, good life get your name on the list
Tell yo' mama we high. We live high, stay high, pass on anything that aint fly.