There I was I was on peach Tree

I was on my own, with a hoe In my phone don't wanna text Me

And a car full of blow, with My motherfucking name Branded on them sheets, and On them seats

So much evidence don't need I.D

But we still high-key, don't go For cheap

Now I'm in this car alone

Off xan's my heart blown, Melancholy

Trynna find my way home

I ain't got no way home

Snakes from round me

Trynna get some pressure?

Bitch this ain't no pressure

This shit high blood now it's On my record

Told me call my kin, but I ain't Got no blood bitch now I'm Sick

Don't stay down they gon try To hold you down

Better look around there may Be some snakes around

Tall grass waiting for the Seasons pass

And I hope this high don't be My last

And I hope this high don't be My last

Don't be My last

And I hope this high don't be My last

Don't look down they gon hold You down

Better look cause there may Be snakes around

In the tall grass waiting for The seasons pass

I just hope this high don't be The last