Higher - Distorted Version

(I just, I just, I just wanna)
(Okay)
I must be addicted to low altitude
But I just wanna go higher (I just wanna go)
My ears pop and then my nose bleeds too
The cabin pressure get tighter
I nose dive
Wonder what it's like to feel some warm air too, aye
'Cuz cold air never rises
I'm climbing, start sliding
System divided, two sided
Flip the coin the hand that I'm dealt win no prizes
I guess

I'm just addicted to losing
Or addicted to the thrill of the game
There must be bad luck in the spelling and the letters of my name
I do my dance with flames
Then take a pill for the pain, but
I built up my tolerance
Maybe got sold a counterfeit
My blood stream ain't no sucka
And my mind knows how to call a trick
Placebo
Cannot soothe, cannot counteract
The third degree that's on my skin
Nah, you can keep your medicine
Nah you can keep your medicine
It's not working for me
Mmm

Never felt a heat like the Texas summer
Grinding down my teeth till the blood start rushing
The red it tastes so sweet
Lick my lips, pour another
Scraping up my knees, but I like how the cut burns
Never felt a heat like the Texas summer
Bite down on my tongue, and the blood start gushing
Sadistic tendencies
Guess I like how the sun burns
Peeling of my skin
Fresh canvas for the next cut

I must be addicted to low altitude (I must)
But I just wanna go higher (I just wanna go)
My ears pop and then my nose bleeds too (Pop pop)
The cabin pressure get tighter
I nose dive
Wonder what it's like to feel some warm air too
'Cuz cold air never rises
I'm climbing, start sliding
System divided, two sided
Flip the coin the hand that I'm dealt win no prizes
I just, I just



Credits
Writer(s): Brooklyn Charles
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