You Don’t Get Me High Anymore (feat. Joey Purp) [A-Trak Remix]

I don't like staying at home When the moon is bleeding red Woke up stoned in the backseat from a dream where my teeth fell out of my head Cut it up, cut it up, yeah Everybody's on something here My God send chemical best friend Skeleton whispering in my ear Walk with me to the end Stare with me into the abyss Do you feel like letting go? I wonder how far down it is High anymore You don't get me high anymore High anymore You don't get me high anymore High anymore You don't get me high anymore High anymore You don't get me high anymore Uh yeah, yeah, pardon me yeah I'm from where homes get corrupt And we prone to destruction Coming from the murder cap And gone out of discussion Middle of the summer but it snows in abundance Wayne told me hustle on a mountain or a tundra Hustle out my momma's house Busting out the function Hustle out my locker in the school that I was flunking Money is the root of every topic of discussion If it doesn't kill me then I must be killing something My homies can't function without something Bitch I'm from the jungle, the lion's humongous Pull up on the side of your ride, get to bucking And I look him in his eyes, tell him lie to the judges I ride for my niggas We'd die for each other Codeine dreams, everybody slumber Everybody high, but still everybody under It's the future of this shit, reporting live from the gutter Walk with me to the end Stare with me into the abyss Do you feel like letting go? I wonder how far down it is High anymore You don't get me high anymore High anymore You don't get me high anymore High anymore You don't get me high anymore High anymore You don't get me high anymore You don't get me high anymore You don't get me high anymore Used to take one Now it's takes four You don't get me high anymore You don't get me high anymore You don't get me high anymore