High Tea
Every night feels like another weekend
Set me on fire but don't forget to breathe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
Too many lights, I don't know what I'm seeing
Where is my mind, don't know what to believe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
High as can be
Like hibiscus tea
Forbidden fruit
So Sit down and eat
Gimme the loot
Feeling biggy
One two many hits and
Can't feel my feet
I'm in the booth floating off beat
I am the truth your novelty
Like Fortune tellers don't need umbrellas
I know this bangs I don't embellish
Like broke mother fuckers don't need margelis
I don't need shit I know y'all jealous
Take it far fuck around lose it
Watch it fall apart
Dip me in dopamine girl let me sink to the floor
I can't even watch
Money can change who you are
Money can make a man talk
I can't even stop
I can't even reason I let in these demons in to far
Every night feels like another weekend
Set me on fire but don't forget to breathe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
Too many lights, I don't know what I'm seeing
Where is my mind, don't know what to believe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
Head in a rope
Hopping all choke
Watch how I laugh when they find that I float
Blood on my cloak
Ice in my veins
Eyes open wide like I finally awoke
People I warned you to leave me alone
Cause I ain't got no time and I'm trying smoke
Up up up man out of my way
Cause you blocking my sun ya tossing me shade
Assa lawago
Hotbox city in a wooden Winnebago
Two red horns and a halo
Payloads of payote
Get out my kitchen this shit is en fuego
I'm bout to lose it like Bobby Bushay though
Leaving them speechless with nothing to say though
Bodies been chalked off this shit is my KO
Ya I'm bout to walk out without posting bail I'm out
Every night feels like another weekend
Set me on fire but don't forget to breathe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
But I can't even stop
What to believe in
I take it too far (ceiling now)
But I can't even stop
Every night feels like another weekend
Set me on fire but don't forget to breathe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
But I can't even stop
Too many nights, I don't know what I'm seeing
Where is my mind, don't know what to believe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
Set me on fire but don't forget to breathe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
Too many lights, I don't know what I'm seeing
Where is my mind, don't know what to believe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
High as can be
Like hibiscus tea
Forbidden fruit
So Sit down and eat
Gimme the loot
Feeling biggy
One two many hits and
Can't feel my feet
I'm in the booth floating off beat
I am the truth your novelty
Like Fortune tellers don't need umbrellas
I know this bangs I don't embellish
Like broke mother fuckers don't need margelis
I don't need shit I know y'all jealous
Take it far fuck around lose it
Watch it fall apart
Dip me in dopamine girl let me sink to the floor
I can't even watch
Money can change who you are
Money can make a man talk
I can't even stop
I can't even reason I let in these demons in to far
Every night feels like another weekend
Set me on fire but don't forget to breathe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
Too many lights, I don't know what I'm seeing
Where is my mind, don't know what to believe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
Head in a rope
Hopping all choke
Watch how I laugh when they find that I float
Blood on my cloak
Ice in my veins
Eyes open wide like I finally awoke
People I warned you to leave me alone
Cause I ain't got no time and I'm trying smoke
Up up up man out of my way
Cause you blocking my sun ya tossing me shade
Assa lawago
Hotbox city in a wooden Winnebago
Two red horns and a halo
Payloads of payote
Get out my kitchen this shit is en fuego
I'm bout to lose it like Bobby Bushay though
Leaving them speechless with nothing to say though
Bodies been chalked off this shit is my KO
Ya I'm bout to walk out without posting bail I'm out
Every night feels like another weekend
Set me on fire but don't forget to breathe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
But I can't even stop
What to believe in
I take it too far (ceiling now)
But I can't even stop
Every night feels like another weekend
Set me on fire but don't forget to breathe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
But I can't even stop
Too many nights, I don't know what I'm seeing
Where is my mind, don't know what to believe in
Too many highs, what happened to the ceiling now
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Watson, Dustin Bushnell, Jason Bell, Jordan Miller
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