Chasing Ur High
(Desire)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Oh, woah
Yeah-ah
You make me feel right, baby, stay for the night
Understand that you got a flight, understand that you'll be mine
Love feeling like a drug 'cause it get me through the night
Always chasing the high, could see that shit up in my eye
Making this shit be so hard
Sit your ass down and let's talk
Tell me in my phone, what you saw
Me throwing money at these broads
Seen a bitch up in my car
Now you abusing alcohol
You feel that shit up in your heart
That's what I felt when you did it to me
It's weighin' on your heart heavy and I know that you feel you can't breathe
All these bitches wanna sex me and I know you a freak for me
Just know that I'll be the nigga that you wanted me to be
When I get down on one knee and say you to marry me
Just know that I'll be the one that you wanted me to be
When I get down on one knee, ask you to marry me
Know, man, I'll be the one you wanted me to be
When I get down on one knee and ask you to marry me
You make me feel right, baby, stay for the night
Understand that you got a flight, understand that you'll be mine
Love feeling like a drug 'cause it get me through the night
Always chasing the high, could see that shit up in my eye
Hmm, hmm, yeah, and I'm on my last high
Dope sick in this bitch, stomach feeling sick, I'm tryna get right (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, he a lame nigga, get him out of my sight
VVS diamonds in my mouth, they go head' bright
You ain't gotta stress, baby girl, I swear to God we gon' get right
Yeah, hidden in the hills, burstin' out in chills, I ain't got my pills
Yeah, run through all this money and I swear to God I never signed a deal
Yeah, niggas acting funny, hit 'em with that drummy all in his tummy (Woah)
Yeah, really having money, really fuck around and send a crash dummy
Yeah, yeah, got in my bag (Bag)
Yeah, all these niggas mad (All these niggas mad)
Get off my sack (Get off my sack)
Yeah, and nigga, you better go run up a sack, yeah (You better go run up a sack)
Yeah, huh, better be totin' you a mag' (Totin' you a–)
When I catch you, lil' nigga (Oh)
Ooh, oh
Yeah, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Oh, woah
Yeah-ah
You make me feel right, baby, stay for the night
Understand that you got a flight, understand that you'll be mine
Love feeling like a drug 'cause it get me through the night
Always chasing the high, could see that shit up in my eye
Making this shit be so hard
Sit your ass down and let's talk
Tell me in my phone, what you saw
Me throwing money at these broads
Seen a bitch up in my car
Now you abusing alcohol
You feel that shit up in your heart
That's what I felt when you did it to me
It's weighin' on your heart heavy and I know that you feel you can't breathe
All these bitches wanna sex me and I know you a freak for me
Just know that I'll be the nigga that you wanted me to be
When I get down on one knee and say you to marry me
Just know that I'll be the one that you wanted me to be
When I get down on one knee, ask you to marry me
Know, man, I'll be the one you wanted me to be
When I get down on one knee and ask you to marry me
You make me feel right, baby, stay for the night
Understand that you got a flight, understand that you'll be mine
Love feeling like a drug 'cause it get me through the night
Always chasing the high, could see that shit up in my eye
Hmm, hmm, yeah, and I'm on my last high
Dope sick in this bitch, stomach feeling sick, I'm tryna get right (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, he a lame nigga, get him out of my sight
VVS diamonds in my mouth, they go head' bright
You ain't gotta stress, baby girl, I swear to God we gon' get right
Yeah, hidden in the hills, burstin' out in chills, I ain't got my pills
Yeah, run through all this money and I swear to God I never signed a deal
Yeah, niggas acting funny, hit 'em with that drummy all in his tummy (Woah)
Yeah, really having money, really fuck around and send a crash dummy
Yeah, yeah, got in my bag (Bag)
Yeah, all these niggas mad (All these niggas mad)
Get off my sack (Get off my sack)
Yeah, and nigga, you better go run up a sack, yeah (You better go run up a sack)
Yeah, huh, better be totin' you a mag' (Totin' you a–)
When I catch you, lil' nigga (Oh)
Ooh, oh
Yeah, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Deante Johnson, Jakobe Mcneil, Dyhahji Swales
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