High Life

Lighting up a smoke, driving east on 26
Cranking up a song that I thought was kinda sick
Heard it on my mix, reminded me of you
And all the stupid shit we'd get into

Riding round to Earl with the High Life and the weed
I still got the sweatshirt but now I keep it clean
Sleeping on your dad's couch, he was never home
You know how much it sucks, being high and alone

Cheap red wine from the Walgreens, King Street
Discount card cause I'm all about the savings
Keep count of my smokes these days
Cause I hate being broke

Swishers could never be this sweet
No Camel Crush and no Twisted Tea
No cop can charge me cause there's nothing in my car
I feel old

Pick it up

There's nothing in my car
You can search but you can't charge

There's nothing in my car
You can search but you can't charge

There's nothing in my car
You can search but you can't charge



Credits
Writer(s): Spenser Dooley
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