Kushmas

Groovy
See, baby, you know
I just be, out the way, tryna stay
High

I'll be high for the holidays, ohhhh
You always knew what to say, how?
You know you too good to me, girl
You know you too good to me

Baby (Girl), baby (Girl)
Baby (Girl), uh, baby (Girl)
Baby (Girl), uh, baby (Girl)
Baby (Girl), uh

Oh, hey, just to breathe on (Breathe on)
Another bitch to breathe on (Bitch to breathe on)
She be on me, yeah she all up on my ding-dong (Ding-dong)
What's that fragrance? ooh, I like it, this bitch be gone (Psht, psht, psht, psht)
I'm just playin', Issey Miyake in the lobby with your best man
Call somebody, it's a body in the dead land
Call the reverend, Armageddon

I'll be high for the holidays, ohhhh
You always knew what to say, how? (I don't know)
You know you too good to me, girl (Girl)
You know you too good to me (Girl)
Baby (Girl)
That my (Girl)
That my (Girl)
That my (Girl)
Baby (Girl)
Go (Girl)
Go (Girl)

Higher, been a while
Won't you come over to my house
Smokin' thaow with my girl
That's a perfect picture, girl
Comin' down, comin' down
I hope I'm not comin' down
Book a flight out, you my sky miles
Anywhere in the world

I'll be high for the holidays, ohhhh
You always knew what to say, how? (I don't know)
You know you too good to me, girl
Girl, you know you too good to me

Baby (Girl)
That my (Girl)
That my (Girl)
That my (Girl)
Baby (Girl)
Go (Girl)
Go (Girl)



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Ronald Gilmore, Christopher Smith, Nathan Foley, Nathan Reyes
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