High

Killer instinct, I can't relax
Head's on the slab but I can't react
And with constant contact, the line is drawn
I guess I let it go on too long

Four more blocks 'til I get back home
Backseat of the car in the city's hum
And a teenage beast smokes behind the wheel
Nobody knows just how I feel

I don't get high
I can't unwind
I don't get high
I can't unwind

It's all my fault when I hit the slab
I'm a line to snort and a drag to pass
When you roll up the ad, we will make it fair
I want everyone out of my hair

'Cause I don't get high
I can't unwind
I don't get high
I can't unwind

I don't get high
I can't unwind
I don't get high
I can't unwind



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Medice, Shep Goodman, Julian Dimagiba, Andy Tongren, Dylan Quagliato, James Shelley, Aaron Accetta, Steven Patrick
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