High Life – B.o.B – letras

High, high, highSo high, what’s beneath me, I can’t even call it highLike ticket holders when the season startedIt ain’t much to say when actions speak for themselvesSo just the fact that I’m in this motherfucker means I’m ballingSo next time you take shots keep an extra cartridgeNiggers handcuffing hoes like the police departmentYou think you flying but you really fallingYou just ain’t hit the concrete yet nigger, you’re stallingThey say pop means being popular to the populationSo excuse me for being the topic of your conversationI just keep banging verses and rocking your mama’s bracesWhat you blazing a week, that’s what I start my day withMy checks worth more than your neck worthI got a network about the size of the next earthI’m laid up, so much head that my neck hurtI’m living a dream, I never once with the bed first you digSo what should I do with so much hate?Fuck it, I turn crabs into bucket to a buffetAnd beef to a ? that’s a full course entréeAnd girl I turn that avocado into a guacamoleSo spanish girls hola, we can skip the foreplayRoll up some good and stay high for 4 daysWe can do it 4 ways, left right, up downMy cup running over but I won’t put my cup downYou haters cheer leading while I’m out here running touch downsBut I won’t be ran down, I run shit, you run downFinna blowing whistles like please get the sun downMe I’m globetrotting from sun up to sun downBut still I’m straight penthouse to a ?No time to play cause I know they don’t want me on topAnd yo ?But still I’m blaze, so many treats don’t need no shadesLiving that still life, I think my passport need no spaceHahaYoyIt’s B.o.B. bitchSo don’t get mad when your girl come up to me likeJust keep it moving broAll you haters, I don’t even wanna hear noI don’t even know why I got smoked for, manIt’s like, I just can’t get, like, not even a little bit high at allBut still man, you know how I do itGrand hustle in the buildingYoStill coming home soon, so you know that’s a problemYoWhere you going?Feel it