Everything high end (high end) High end, yeah You know, what we doin' I'm set, slatt, set, gang, set I'm on a high end (jet) I'm 'bout to fly in (set) Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt) I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')

"Somebody lift me up, yeah And give me a hannnnnd Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway There's a curve in the road I don't know when I'm going, crazy" Verbalizin my fiend murder Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that

Who's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Bartender's sittin'' them shots on the bar Those last two

I finally found my way Said goodbye to yesterday Hit the gas, there ain't no brakes on this lost highway It's independence day on this lost highway So I drive (Drive, drive) Yeah, I'm busting loose, I'm lettin' go Out on this open road

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

You won't be able to bring me down Yeah, I like it And I like it And dance like the song is never ending Gonna get so high tonight 'Cause I like it Some people think I'm crazy But try to understand

I'm high now, I'm high now (I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth) Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man I know you

Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit Well, that was just a lie You ain't nothin' but a hound dog Cryin' all the time And you ain't no friend of mine Well they said you was high-classed Yeah they said you was high-classed You know they said you was

Move on (move on) If I want to move on If I want to move on (move on) I got high to forget you I feel pain, I don't want to But I have to, yeah, I have to I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend She would know exactly what to say

Glory days, glory days Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days well they'll pass you by Well alright oo yeah Well alright come on now I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speed ball by you Make