(Yeah aye, hold on, babe) Baby would you save me? Been thinkin' bout it lately Oh, baby, baby, baby Hold on, babe Got some habits, I can't keep them The same ones that made you hate me Ho-oh, smokin' potent, high as nose hair

To ever have to worry 'bout that Too high, too high in the clouds I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who'd ever thought I'd make this far? Out the hood to be a big star And I ain't goin' nowhere Homie I ain't never comin'

La-a-a-a-a-di-da Benz in the driveway, yacht in the water Vegas at the Mandarin, high roller gambling Me and Diddy drippin' diamonds like Marilyn No, I wouldn't be drowning in all your IOU's Every promise you made me would have some real value 'Cause all

La-a-a-a-a-di-da Benz in the driveway, yacht in the water Vegas at the Mandarin, high roller gambling Me and Diddy drippin' diamonds like Marilyn No, I wouldn't be drowning in all your IOU's Every promise you made me would have some real value 'Cause all

I don't even smoke no more but somehow I stay high Don't you ever let 'em see you down Quit my job, mum bugged out, made my choice, this is my life And I swear down I can't do this alone, may the dear lord be my guide Heart's too big and it beats too

Don't blame me, love made me crazy I'd be usin' for the rest of my life If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right Lord, save me, my drug is my baby Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby Every time, yeah every time you're lovin' me I get so high, oh You're

At the Conway Motor Inn It was a Friday night, late fall After a high school football game Yeah they made love for the first time, I've been here forever, 1959 My name is on the front door, they call me 205 They snuck away, in a beat up Chevrolet Till

I got the keys to Heaven now Baes all around and they got my mind spinning Blow that smoke and let me love that fire I don't need no memories They be smokin' now I'm floating higher So good, so good for me This madness so good for me This madness so good

Narcotics on me, I be mad high Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly Savage sending hits like a wise guy I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high Nigga I get mad fly,

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow