Def High
Ah
Spent to much time on these people need to work on myself
Im up In London in the crib
Need to work on my health
Ya
Im a tough guy
You can't lie
She way out
She def high
My phone died, My ears dead
He go right, I turn left
Like wait
How could I get so cold
My heart still there My soul got sold ey
Im in the studio man we doing a dance
Its usual man Ah
Back in the flow we go
my bro don't know like
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Im in the back of the car
My whip so fast
Its Low, low, low
Aint got no time
Got no Money
But im still on the run
We 83 going hard
Ya we do it for fun
These people mad
and they disrespect my worth
Its so sad
When Im selling Out Coachella
Man yo ass is gon be mad
Spent to much time on these people need to work on myself
Im up In London in the crib
Need to work on my health
Ya
Im a tough guy
You can't lie
She way out
She def high
My phone died, My ears dead
He go right, I turn left
Like wait
How could I get so cold
My heart still there My soul got sold ey
Im in the studio man we doing a dance
Its usual man Ah
Back in the flow we go
my bro don't know like
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Im in the back of the car
My whip so fast
Its Low, low, low
Spent to much time on these people need to work on myself
Im up In London in the crib
Need to work on my health
Ya
Im a tough guy
You can't lie
She way out
She def high
My phone died, My ears dead
He go right, I turn left
Like wait
How could I get so cold
My heart still there My soul got sold ey
Im in the studio man we doing a dance
Its usual man Ah
Back in the flow we go
my bro don't know like
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Im in the back of the car
My whip so fast
Its Low, low, low
Aint got no time
Got no Money
But im still on the run
We 83 going hard
Ya we do it for fun
These people mad
and they disrespect my worth
Its so sad
When Im selling Out Coachella
Man yo ass is gon be mad
Spent to much time on these people need to work on myself
Im up In London in the crib
Need to work on my health
Ya
Im a tough guy
You can't lie
She way out
She def high
My phone died, My ears dead
He go right, I turn left
Like wait
How could I get so cold
My heart still there My soul got sold ey
Im in the studio man we doing a dance
Its usual man Ah
Back in the flow we go
my bro don't know like
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Im in the back of the car
My whip so fast
Its Low, low, low
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Writer(s): Cole Tomasek
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