Good Kinda High (feat. U.S. Girls)

I'm tellin' you I'm high
I'm basically God's private eye
I can see anywhere, even underground
Don't gotta leave my chair
I'm barely breathin' air
No applause please
I don't need no adoration

This is that good kind of high
That kind you cannot buy (there are some things that you cannot buy)
This is that good kind of high
The kind you cannot buy (always something that you cannot buy)

'Cause even God has limits
Can't remember my mama's digits
Can't remember when I told you, but
I've gotta leave this room
Even God has limits
Can't remember my mama's digits
Can't remember when I told you
But I know I've gotta leave this room

I told you that I'm high
I've got that eagle eye
I could see for miles and miles without movin' a thigh
I say should fly, don't bother me
And all goes dark in a white sky
Shows up, reminds me, ayy

This is that good kind of high
The kind you cannot buy (there are some things that you cannot buy)
This is that good kind of high
The kind you cannot buy (always something that you cannot buy)

'Cause even God has limits
Can't remember my mama's digits
Can't remember when I told you, but
I've gotta leave this room
Even God has limits
Can't remember my mama's digits
Can't remember when I told you
But I know I've gotta leave this room

(There are some things that you cannot buy)
(Always something that you cannot buy)

Even God has limits
Can't remember my mama's digits
Can't remember when I told you
But I know I've gotta leave this
Even God has limits
Can't remember my mama's digits
Can't remember when I told you
But I know I've gotta leave this room



Credits
Writer(s): Johann Bach, William Justin Iannaci, Alex Paul Kotyk, Meghan Uremovich, Andrew Testa, Gabriel Pick, Glenn Gould
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