I still turn to you So when you’re lost and you’re tired When you’re broken in two Let my love take you higher 'Cause I still turn to you You worked two jobs To keep a roof up over our heads You chose life for me No you never gave up

Thief rockers with the full-clip shotters Bring fire to Illuminati zatter Thief rockers that are in the Shaka Bring fire to a false-flag plotter Guided by the One, yes, the Most High Even higher than the all-seeing eye For recognition of I and I true

Zooted, I'm zooted The room is spinning 'round and 'round And tonight going stupid I wanna wake up in the clouds Tell my friends I'm pulling up Put some liquor in my cup I'm getting higher off your love 'Cause I'm zooted, so zooted

Hey yeah, tiptoe higher I won't fall asleep Hey yeah, don’t let 'em know we’re coming Take some time to simmer down, keep your head down low Nobody else can take me higher In the morning light let my roots take flight Watch me from above like a vicious

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 can't get enough, yeah Moving my body All night long and do it again I keep turning it up, yeah The music is taking me higher I'm feeling inspired Don't want you to stop it We dance in the streets We rock to the beat

If we can't feel ordinary love And we cannot reach any higher If we can't deal with ordinary love Are we tougher enough for ordinary love? We can't fall any further 'Cause we can't fall any further The sea wants to kiss the golden shore The sunlight

The more I have to pay The high cost of love Getting higher every day Seems like the less I get The price is getting Higher every day When it comes to good loving It's the same old way The less I get

My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like "Yoo-hoo" with a

It's a livin' thing It's a terrible thing to lose And you, and your sweet desire It's a given thing What a terrible thing to lose You took me higher and higher, baby Sailin' away on the crest of a wave It's like magic Oh, rollin' and ridin' and slippin'