Hey you're fine I wanna listen to the radio Driving down Calexico highway Hold my hand I want to share it all with Mary Results are gonna vary now And now I know the signs for sure Listen to the Beatles and the sound of laughing Ed McMahon, we got high

You're my playground love I'm a high school lover, And you're my favorite flavor Love is all, all my soul Yet my hands are shaking I feel my body remains, Themes no matter, I'm on fire On the playground, love You're the piece of gold,

Hold onto each other You're so high, you're so high I'm so high, I'm so high The show was ending and I had started to crack Woke up in Chicago and the sky turned black And you're so high, you're so high, you had to be an angel And I'm so high, I'm so

What you working with? Show me, show me So what you working with? It ain’t about, ain’t about, it ain’t about what you not Drop that body like you’re trying to let them know Twist that high You know the bass is on the low Take that feeling like it’s

I should've known I would pay for this You look to good with your makeup off And your favorite song They get scared to lust Girl, you're dangerous Girl, what's been happening lately? We don't even talk no more I be getting high on the low

Higher and higher When I offer you survival You say it's hard enough to live It's not so bad, it's not so bad How do you know that you're right? We're gonna take it Down to the wire Watch it go If you're not nervous anymore

You're not mine anymore She said you need to let me go She said I'd die for you, you're like my drug but I can't get high off you Since you left, I've been holding onto a memory And you said I changed and you're so damn sick of me Since you walked out

Another hit erases all the pain You’re falling, but you think you’re flying high Sold your soul Built a higher wall Now you’re thrown away Same rise and fall Who cares at all?

Well, go and get your own damn high 'Cause I got, I got nuggets I got, I got, I got nuggets They try to chase my supply Man they, try to chase my supply That shit hits and you're in for the long run And by the sound of it, regretting your clear neglect

Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, "Quiet down" Holy ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees Holy ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need Ay, I have a message from the Most High that says "This nigga kept his soul from the Devil" It's true, I