Contact High
Layin' up somewhere in the desert
Rock bottom of the golden state
Pappy and Harriet's is little
But what you working really ain't
You blow a little smoke in my face
My inhibitions evaporate
Don't you look special
Don't you look sweet
Cooking up something I wanna eat
Whatever shit that you're on
I gotta contact high
And now you're crawling up on the bar
You make a dead man grab his heart
I gotta contact high
You blew a fortune on a startup
That desert dust went to your head
You say you wanna go to Marfa
You're tired of following the Dead
So raise a bottle up make a toast
And shake the hand of the holy ghost
Don't you look special
Don't you look sweet
Cooking up something I wanna eat
Whatever shit that you're on
I gotta contact high
And now you're dancing up on the bar
You make the young dogs grab their heart
Well yeah, I was in the desert for awhile
But it's spiritual, you know, like Sedona and the vortexes
Don't you look special
Don't you look sweet
Cooking up something I wanna eat
Whatever shit that you're on
I gotta contact high
And now your reaching out for my guitar
As you're falling right off the bar
You shoulda seen the look on your face
When I floated off to outer space
I gotta contact high
Contact high
I've got a contact high
I've got a contact high
I'm making contact
Rock bottom of the golden state
Pappy and Harriet's is little
But what you working really ain't
You blow a little smoke in my face
My inhibitions evaporate
Don't you look special
Don't you look sweet
Cooking up something I wanna eat
Whatever shit that you're on
I gotta contact high
And now you're crawling up on the bar
You make a dead man grab his heart
I gotta contact high
You blew a fortune on a startup
That desert dust went to your head
You say you wanna go to Marfa
You're tired of following the Dead
So raise a bottle up make a toast
And shake the hand of the holy ghost
Don't you look special
Don't you look sweet
Cooking up something I wanna eat
Whatever shit that you're on
I gotta contact high
And now you're dancing up on the bar
You make the young dogs grab their heart
Well yeah, I was in the desert for awhile
But it's spiritual, you know, like Sedona and the vortexes
Don't you look special
Don't you look sweet
Cooking up something I wanna eat
Whatever shit that you're on
I gotta contact high
And now your reaching out for my guitar
As you're falling right off the bar
You shoulda seen the look on your face
When I floated off to outer space
I gotta contact high
Contact high
I've got a contact high
I've got a contact high
I'm making contact
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Writer(s): Emery Dobyns, Kevin Griffin
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