That’s the Shit

Palm trees, blue sea, white sand on my TV
Wish away your loves in your condo (condo)
Or we can get high in the concrete
Show off, show me what you got that I need
You can buy your bottles at Mayfair (Mayfair)
But I'ma stay soft for the party

Why did you complain?
You know those bottles cost more than your wage

That's the shit that gets you high
We don't even really know why
Oh, why?
That's the shit that makes you fly
Have you ever wondered why?
Oh, why?

You want two things
A couple drinks and a quick fling
Can't seem to find someone stable
'Cause keeping up your pants, you're unable
Pulls a man from early
But he fucks you on the cab journey (oh, yeah)
Now you're all alone in your own bed
You had to get the night bus to Nunhead

Why did you complain?
He filled your cup just so he could get brain

That's the shit that gets you high
We don't even really know why
Oh, why?
That's the shit that makes you fly
Have you ever wondered why?
Oh, why?

High, high
Oh, why?
High, high
Oh, why? (Oh, why?)

That's the shit that gets you high
We don't even really know why
Oh, why?
That's the shit that makes you fly
Have you ever wondered why?
Oh, why?

High, high
Oh, why?
High, high
Oh, why?



Credits
Writer(s): Ras Kassa Alexander, Sasha Monica Keable
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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