Ceilings and Skies

I've been looking at the ceilings
Looking at the skies
Searching feelings, searching, searching, searching for highs
Tell the truth even when I tell a lie
Go to sleep wake up, damn I'm ready to die
I've been looking at the ceilings
Looking at the skies
Searching feelings, searching, searching, searching for highs

Live life like nobody gonna miss me
Every door, everybody wanna diss me
I want more, want more stick with me
Every drink that I pour is straight whiskey
Fly high come back like a frisbee
Fuck the country, fuck the city
Feeling high, feeling ugly, feeling gritty
Show me no love, show me pity

What do we want
What do we need
Little bit of liquor, yeah, yeah
Little bit of weed

I've been looking at the ceilings
Looking at the skies
Searching feelings, searching, searching, searching for highs
Tell the truth even when I tell a lie
Go to sleep wake up, damn I'm ready to die
What do we want
What do we need
Little bit of liquor, yeah, yeah
Little bit of weed

I get high, I get low
Living life is a bitch and a blow
Every step that a make, I try to make that throw
Every breath that I take, I try to take it slow
Never let that go
Know the truth, know the lies
Till death I grow
I get high I get low
Life's a bitch, life's a show

I've been looking at the ceilings
Looking at the skies
Searching feelings, searching, searching, searching for highs
Tell the truth even when I tell a lie
Go to sleep wake up, damn I'm ready to die
I've been searching, searching feelings, searching, searching high