Fake Highs
Yeah, uh
Filling up times of the day cause I hate to be vacant
Time on my own only make me feel anxious
Mind racing, wish I could move at the right pace
Wasted time with the wrong bitch but a cute face
Big regret I gotta embrace
Blind to the fake, red flags scattered cross the place
As I take a breath, feel my lungs ache
Stress piling all I ever wanted was to take a break
Nah fam how you gonna make
Ends meet need ten Gs
Working overtime can't let it get to me
Otherwise find me in the street
Packing the heat and running it back so I shatter defeat
I'm madder went back to the beats cause I knew how
Django one more to the team
If you fucking with me you'll be dealing with 2 now
My psyche it need a relief end the meeting it's brief
I don't know what to do now
Inhaling the fumes this ain't me
I ain't smoke before but I do now
But I do now
Lemme chief I ain't feeling the best
Give relief when I'm feeling depressed
Kill me slowly but don't care when I'm in the moment
In fact I be needing the rest
Aftermath thinking back to the high
At this point I ain't gotta deny
That my body relies if I'm out of the goods
Gotta get a supply
Yeah they love me cuz I take them straight to where they long to be
To hell with 'em plugs and all of their mid
They cut with trash the fuckery
I ain't for them fake highs, one wrong hit you fall asleep
I ain't for them fake highs, underground you tall as me
Ignore my mama take a day trip
Poppin acid in the bar mix it with the liquor
Now I feel amazing
Hours later can't escape it
Suck it up just gotta ride it out
My nigga at the table playing pool
Winning everything, round after round
Maybe selling shrooms, pound after pound
We was skipping school tryna get to pound
Make the world change with the influence
Like we bitches getting niggas pussy whipped
Mass manipulators know this
How they positioning a hoe chick
Know they can't resist gotta focus
On the fat ass
Opportunity to grab the bag fast
And we dipping soon we make a mad dash
Blocking all requests on the Cash App
Or the Venmo bitch
Spend it all
Spend it all on my dental bitch
Bitches wanna see my rental whip
But I tell 'em I ain't wasteful
That's some mental-ish
Lemme chief I ain't feeling the best
Give relief when I'm feeling depressed
Kill me slowly but don't care when I'm in the moment
In fact I be needing the rest
Aftermath thinking back to the high
At this point I ain't gotta deny
That my body relies if I'm out of the goods
Gotta get a supply
Yup
I been tryna quit
2 years and I still find my way back asking for another hit
Looking for any defense
Maybe I'm stressed, maybe it's a world event
Use my affliction
But I gotta be real I got an addiction
And it's tough to kick like an overhead
I got baggage with me
I got no defense, I be acting busy when they ask me
So I'm passive really
But it's massive questions bout my actions
So I mask it quickly
But that ain't healthy
Got regrets that's still deep in the chamber
Ain't nothing that I can believe
So I take what they breathe and it's nothing but danger
And I'm doubting what I can achieve
Hold my breath and I feel the relief
But I'm worse and I'm feeling fatigued
And my eyes staying glued to the screen
Even the smoke ain't as clear as it seems
I'm stuck under gray skies
Ain't nothing but fake highs
Keep chasing them fake highs
Filling up times of the day cause I hate to be vacant
Time on my own only make me feel anxious
Mind racing, wish I could move at the right pace
Wasted time with the wrong bitch but a cute face
Big regret I gotta embrace
Blind to the fake, red flags scattered cross the place
As I take a breath, feel my lungs ache
Stress piling all I ever wanted was to take a break
Nah fam how you gonna make
Ends meet need ten Gs
Working overtime can't let it get to me
Otherwise find me in the street
Packing the heat and running it back so I shatter defeat
I'm madder went back to the beats cause I knew how
Django one more to the team
If you fucking with me you'll be dealing with 2 now
My psyche it need a relief end the meeting it's brief
I don't know what to do now
Inhaling the fumes this ain't me
I ain't smoke before but I do now
But I do now
Lemme chief I ain't feeling the best
Give relief when I'm feeling depressed
Kill me slowly but don't care when I'm in the moment
In fact I be needing the rest
Aftermath thinking back to the high
At this point I ain't gotta deny
That my body relies if I'm out of the goods
Gotta get a supply
Yeah they love me cuz I take them straight to where they long to be
To hell with 'em plugs and all of their mid
They cut with trash the fuckery
I ain't for them fake highs, one wrong hit you fall asleep
I ain't for them fake highs, underground you tall as me
Ignore my mama take a day trip
Poppin acid in the bar mix it with the liquor
Now I feel amazing
Hours later can't escape it
Suck it up just gotta ride it out
My nigga at the table playing pool
Winning everything, round after round
Maybe selling shrooms, pound after pound
We was skipping school tryna get to pound
Make the world change with the influence
Like we bitches getting niggas pussy whipped
Mass manipulators know this
How they positioning a hoe chick
Know they can't resist gotta focus
On the fat ass
Opportunity to grab the bag fast
And we dipping soon we make a mad dash
Blocking all requests on the Cash App
Or the Venmo bitch
Spend it all
Spend it all on my dental bitch
Bitches wanna see my rental whip
But I tell 'em I ain't wasteful
That's some mental-ish
Lemme chief I ain't feeling the best
Give relief when I'm feeling depressed
Kill me slowly but don't care when I'm in the moment
In fact I be needing the rest
Aftermath thinking back to the high
At this point I ain't gotta deny
That my body relies if I'm out of the goods
Gotta get a supply
Yup
I been tryna quit
2 years and I still find my way back asking for another hit
Looking for any defense
Maybe I'm stressed, maybe it's a world event
Use my affliction
But I gotta be real I got an addiction
And it's tough to kick like an overhead
I got baggage with me
I got no defense, I be acting busy when they ask me
So I'm passive really
But it's massive questions bout my actions
So I mask it quickly
But that ain't healthy
Got regrets that's still deep in the chamber
Ain't nothing that I can believe
So I take what they breathe and it's nothing but danger
And I'm doubting what I can achieve
Hold my breath and I feel the relief
But I'm worse and I'm feeling fatigued
And my eyes staying glued to the screen
Even the smoke ain't as clear as it seems
I'm stuck under gray skies
Ain't nothing but fake highs
Keep chasing them fake highs
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Writer(s): Mike Elyian
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