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

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

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

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

'Cause we go way back Some things don't ever change Yeah, you and me Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like South Side on Sunday James Brown and Michael J Like them high school parties We go way back Don't you ever think

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

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

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