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Am I allowed to say, I miss my staying high days You know those just floating to get by days If you ask you get my honest opinion Niggas don't get high no more And it's on Sundays where the time won't remember Pay attention to that one lie I made Or how much it rained Or the highest crime rate Am I really that ashamed? Of this blue-green existence What is this white in between the competition with grey? Ever watched Mother fucking clouds before it rained? Let us all have a seat Overheads To be honest I rather watch the storm Before I watch you stay I mean damn, am I really that ashamed? Annoyed and in love in the same fucking space Same symmetric, same circumference Different illusion of the face Baby girl it's hard to move with your hands around my waist My pills talk to fear, any dates with seizures? Let my doctor sale my self healing away Forty a case, fuck ass prescription Only shit to sink, is I really let that shit really make me go insane And it was never the pain that actually made me stay (Nah Fam) Let's just accept that anyways To die for nothing, fuck I died for everything Until the nothing turns to something Figured that it was me undercover Expectations, legs closed or legs open Half-full or half-smothered Hit raw or use rubber Isn't your baby mama a mother? What life are you running over? Again? I'm happening over and over again When will I stop happening over and over again? Over and over Fuck my life Nah I take it back Actually I take it back What's the use of a rapture in making another mother What are you experiencing when you're looking under mother? Is it hell or is it heaven? The hesitation you're taking another splendid repetition Let's turn a reputation to a gardened foundation And they assume secret location You know pussies are toting No degree headass Welcome to my graduation Every fucking day we will hear congratulations When we walk across the stage with a mic from meditation This is everything I wanted Hearing mama say I made it, is this everything accomplished? Master compass after dropout Master Constant over largest, this is all I ever wanted To be God, to be a message From the faucet paying extra cents for every drop on carpets Dear God in me, thanks for dropping over it's a blessing To me To see the life in me, to apply my read To get high like me, I see light in me, due to pressure that supplied my seed Memory bank to a whole new setting Pleasure is faded share the heaven with Sayten Misunderstood, loving the placement, Faces define the sacral, while charging fruit for the labor, don't trade the truth for the cable Focus Focus, Hocus Pocus, and apply my thinks No more fear to fit in pocket jeans I just get high like me Man I hate Nikes, Fuck your crisp white tee, I put a hole in brand life spleen What is physical in realms like these? You will never ever feel like me Nah You will never have fears like me Over long night pleas, free my child in me No longer desperate Cause I remember I am God, the extension We all high like me We all high like three
Writer(s): Mikalia Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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