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overly high
13
Hip-Hop/Rap
overly high was released on February 4, 2026 by JAYBLEEDA as a part of the album Angie baby
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Release DateFebruary 4, 2026
LabelJAYBLEEDA
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaybleeda
Jaybleeda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaybleeda
Jaybleeda
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm havin' visions at night of me dyin'
Uh, brrt
[Chorus]
I'm havin' visions at night of me dyin'
You can tell I'm a killer when you look in my eyes
I was seventeen, thuggin' when I damn near died
The opps better get low when I bounce out the ride
Grew up too fast, it was gun shells flyin'
My heart broke into pieces when I heard 10 died
All I need is your love, I don't ask for a lot
I don't like all that groupie shit, you can't be mine
You can keep the fame, all I want is the money
And I don't fuck with no Crip, but my pockets blue hundreds
Everywhere I go, switchy, you know it stay on me
Sixty-round in the chopper just for you and your homies
Fuck all that other shit, you can be mine
I can tell she in love with me, breakin' her spine
This ain't no love song, I'm gettin' out of line
Let me get back on subject, I'm overly high
[Verse 1]
I don't know how to feel, but I know how to move
****, don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you
**** switched up, bitch, that brother shit through
You act overly tough, I'll stand over you
Gotta man up, you **** lil' boys
We young **** with switches, we the one make noise
If I catch him, I kill him, ain't no way he avoid it
Get up close, he can't run, blow six-two like a horn
I get loaded, I'm out my body
You want **** to die, do it solo, not sloppy
First drill, start squeezin', my gun wasn't poppin'
That's a lesson, go oil it before you start slidin'
Door swing, know the opps be watchin'
Gotta stay on ten before 12 come stop it
This shit in my heart, seen Jerry young body
They mention his name, then some more gon' be droppin'
It's 10:19 p.m., I'm hot in the booth, come check my temp
I'm flyer than a bitch with some all-black Timbs
They give me boost, I'm covertin', I'll dunk on the rim
**** how I get in real life, I'm him
I'm freestylin', hot shit steady comin' out my lips
Cock it back, get up close and fuck up lil' bro limbs
Make sure he DOA, if not, that's attempt
Fuck the 5, but it's long live Mizzle
Fuck the opps, I done cropped their **** out the picture
Bro, I know I'ma blow, so I don't need all you ****
Broke the shots down, blowin' this binary trigger
You in the car, then your ass dyin' with 'em
My J dance hard, I bounced out on a ****
Micro six-two, I blow it, it'll fuck up your liver
Once again, fuck the opps, you can die with them ****
[Chorus]
I'm havin' visions at night of me dyin'
You can tell I'm a killer when you look in my eyes
I was seventeen, thuggin' when I damn near died
The opps better get low when I bounce out the ride
Grew up too fast, it was gun shells flyin'
My heart broke into pieces when I heard 10 died
All I need is your love, I don't ask for a lot
I don't like all that groupie shit, you can't be mine
You can keep the fame, all I want is the money
And I don't fuck with no Crip, but my pockets blue hundreds
Everywhere I go, switchy, you know it stay on me
Sixty-round in the chopper just for you and your homies
Fuck all that other shit, you can be mine
I can tell she in love with me, breakin' her spine
This ain't no love song, I'm gettin' out of line
Let me get back on subject, I'm overly high
Written by: Jaybleeda
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