High Horses
Mistaking these things for you swear I'm acting like they're fine
Doing these things for you I've been acting like you're mine
Thought you were my dog
Realized I was blind, so blind
Not seeing the signs, ignore them every time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You think you're an angel
All the things I enable
Attraction is fatal
All the high horses you stay on thought you would be stable
Thought I could change you
I'm a fool like it's April
Cross me like you're faithful
Treated you great, then found out you ungrateful
Found out the things you didn't want me to know
Put it together like I learned to sew
You got some highs off me, then you plateaued
If they made a league for leaving me to deal with it all
You would probably go pro, go pro
All these things on my mind like a GoPro, GoPro
Know you hate it when I stand on all ten, ten toes
Bobby know we came a long way from them days out in Penrose
Only he knows
Oh that concrete had roses and we rose
That's my bro, when we was broke, we swapped them clothes
Whenever I get where I gotta go, you know that he goes
All the things that he's loaned, man, I cannot pay all the debts that are owed
Not sorry I'm me, man I cannot fit into none of y'all molds
And I'm
Steppin' on shit while I climb
They say that I'm blowin' they minds
You could say that I'm settin' out mines
I could say that I'm killin' these niggas
But that would be confessin' a crime
Can't get comfy with none of these bitches
Type of shit'll get a nigga lined
Type of shit'll get a nigga lined
Type of shit'll get a nigga lined
If you hating, nigga get in line
If you hating, nigga get in line
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't get enough
I'm catchin' up
I'm catchin' flights
Tryna get right
Tell them sit tight
Hen in my cup
Leaning like Tower of Pisa
Drinks made her a diva
Stingy with my credit
Gone and swipe the Visa
Crib look like the Freaknik
Crib look like the freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
Shawty she's a freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
Still ain't hit my peak, peak, peak, peak, peak, peak
Still ain't hit my peak, nah, ain't close to my peak
Still ain't hit my peak, nah, ain't close to my peak
Doing these things for you I've been acting like you're mine
Thought you were my dog
Realized I was blind, so blind
Not seeing the signs, ignore them every time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You think you're an angel
All the things I enable
Attraction is fatal
All the high horses you stay on thought you would be stable
Thought I could change you
I'm a fool like it's April
Cross me like you're faithful
Treated you great, then found out you ungrateful
Found out the things you didn't want me to know
Put it together like I learned to sew
You got some highs off me, then you plateaued
If they made a league for leaving me to deal with it all
You would probably go pro, go pro
All these things on my mind like a GoPro, GoPro
Know you hate it when I stand on all ten, ten toes
Bobby know we came a long way from them days out in Penrose
Only he knows
Oh that concrete had roses and we rose
That's my bro, when we was broke, we swapped them clothes
Whenever I get where I gotta go, you know that he goes
All the things that he's loaned, man, I cannot pay all the debts that are owed
Not sorry I'm me, man I cannot fit into none of y'all molds
And I'm
Steppin' on shit while I climb
They say that I'm blowin' they minds
You could say that I'm settin' out mines
I could say that I'm killin' these niggas
But that would be confessin' a crime
Can't get comfy with none of these bitches
Type of shit'll get a nigga lined
Type of shit'll get a nigga lined
Type of shit'll get a nigga lined
If you hating, nigga get in line
If you hating, nigga get in line
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't get enough
I'm catchin' up
I'm catchin' flights
Tryna get right
Tell them sit tight
Hen in my cup
Leaning like Tower of Pisa
Drinks made her a diva
Stingy with my credit
Gone and swipe the Visa
Crib look like the Freaknik
Crib look like the freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
Shawty she's a freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
Still ain't hit my peak, peak, peak, peak, peak, peak
Still ain't hit my peak, nah, ain't close to my peak
Still ain't hit my peak, nah, ain't close to my peak
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Writer(s): Girum Idris
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