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High
Hip-Hop/Rap
High은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2025년 4월 23일일에 ESQUARE MUSIC PRODUCTION에서 발매되었습니다.423 The Dropoff
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발매일2025년 4월 23일
라벨ESQUARE MUSIC PRODUCTION
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM87

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
E~D~UNKNOWN
E~D~UNKNOWN
보컬
Bft Dolodon
Bft Dolodon
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Donnie Ray Holloway
Donnie Ray Holloway
작사가 겸 작곡가
Ian Nemour Velasquez
Ian Nemour Velasquez
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
E~D~UNKNOWN
E~D~UNKNOWN
프로듀서
Bft Dolodon
Bft Dolodon
프로듀서

가사

Selected lungs, invest in the best run, moonlight merges, protect from infestations
Smell from bells of next to come, turn out their lights and drop price on the opposition
It's 423, check your stoner ID, another fire in Southern Cali
Twist to grow, did you eat when the price of eggs
Is more than your weed, the flip's on E
Travel through clouds, flows kickin' like Pele
Vibes thick as smoke, fire blazin' like L.A
Cannaboid king, snap feet to the other land
Bein' held in hash, while being rolled with the other hand
Smoke sesh, leave them cooked, I am a book stashin' bags
Whatever you say, you still a fag, no matter how much pussy you had
So fuck a sneak diss when it's just what it is
Won't you twist get high with we, high, high
Won't you catch a vibe with we vibe, vibe
Won't you takeoff flight with we fly, fly
Won't you seek the skies with we sky, sky
Won't you twist, get high with we, high, high
Won't you catch a vibe with we vibe, vibe
Yo D, feed my mind with another J
Blow my high, feel my rage
Stoner guys preserving our place
If we ain't on the list, they ain't got any taste
We the sauce with the drip, give a price that we can flip
Cause the youth doesn't deserve the torch to this
Comatosha, lyrical za overdosa
Private reserve toka, cloud nine flota
Big bag rolled up, high as the sun's hold up
Featherweight lungs gets they chest burned up
Peel the green, it's my field of dreams
Smells so loud that I can't conceal the scream
Got that pressure that turns your reserves broke
Cause this gas will make them see ghosts
Feel the dreams I'm too hot, turn the crowd on you
Make you blow snot when you sneeze
I don't be feeling your style or your team
Blowing clouds at your breeze
Smooth thick as chemtrails
Levitate as I inhale
Rampsack a beat like when pigs get good intel
Take your plug out the game with our strain appeal
Heavyweight skill, blank faces, maneuver the field
Watch poultry flock and walk up Capitol Hill
Uh, packs everywhere, no matter how much you breathe
My flow is like COVID, infecting your boundaries
First ballot hall of fame
Flipping everything in our lane
Each verse like contact hot thru ya speakers
Smoke from the pen like cooking coke with ether
Plays from the shadows with no delays
Bred from that get money DNA.
Won't you twist get high with we, high, high
Won't you catch a vibe with we vibe, vibe
Won't you takeoff flight with we fly, fly
Won't you seek the skies with we sky, sky
Won't you twist, get high with we, high, high
Won't you catch a vibe with we vibe, vibe
Written by: Donnie Ray Holloway, Ian Nemour Velasquez
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