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High John
5,322
Hip-Hop/Rap
High John was released on October 14, 2022 by Mavi 4 Mayor Music under exclusive license to UnitedMasters as a part of the album Laughing so Hard, it Hurts
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Release DateOctober 14, 2022
LabelMavi 4 Mayor Music under exclusive license to UnitedMasters
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM169

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MAVI
MAVI
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omavi Minder
Omavi Minder
Songwriter
Xavier Boykin
Xavier Boykin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wulf Morpheus
Wulf Morpheus
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Praying they still make love in my size
Sober up and wipe the crust out my eyes
My last integrity and trust a trail of crumbs for my bride
Is it a return or a failure to succumb to the tide?
When Charlotte people seen folks cherish me, was such a surprise
They seeing something we not
Since doctors sliced open my stomach at five
More often than not at sustenance a nah 'fore a nod
It's stock in the Glock
I'm crashing if it's eye for an eye
Poppa taught me a lot
[Verse 1]
Love and disrespect is all we abide
I had to get a check, I wanted a commune
Either big BM or Benz for my mom soon
Poppin' benzos turned her grin into monsoon
A long June the summer after
We made the turn on the long route for the plunder
Casted in small rooms knitting heart loom, spinning something tragic
But love from fragments automatic, just that Sumter magic, bumped my cap and crack
For that, I'll puff a raw or pump a baddie
Always keep a driver by the caddie, why we lugging baggage?
**** want my status so attack me, they just hustling backwards
Models and bottles comingmatching, we prefer the black ones
Don't need no flashiness, the stats and graphs reveal the stature
Older heads sad 'bout how it happened, take 'em out to pasture
**** won't gassing me or asking my opinion last year
We was our only love
Struggle'll teach you some
Twelfth grade, I rode east with Ahmir to go and meet the plug
We learned we built this off belief, we ain't even need the drugs
I told my mom I'll trek D.C. if it'll please her
But degree don't seem to speak no more
The pain hit deeper when your people ain't in reach no more
'Cause greed would feed 'em more
[Chorus]
Praying they still make love in my size
Sober up and wipe the crust out my eyes
My last integrity and trust a trail of crumbs for my bride
Is it a return or a failure to succumb to the tide?
Money got bigger, but my problems never shrunk down to size
They was just feeling it, then the sun had shrunk out the sky
[Outro]
You need my echo just to hear from me
But I'ma echo in your memory, yeah, yeah
Alright
Written by: Omavi Minder, Xavier Boykin
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