Blu - Hi(gh) Music lyrics

[Intro] Get High Everybody Cups Up (Yup) Solid gold wrist plush Black fist up, hands in the sky high High, nightlife My life You might want to ride by Lift it up lets get sky high [Verse 1] So much built frustration I puff away as much as I can before the day ends Trying to re-channel that hate up inside you To give a little thought to the beats that we rhyme to But, see I bust from the heart So, beats keep rocking while the paws patrol Be trying to take away my soul, but it's so much left The stress can arise, but I ride til' d**h And I still be me Free as a drum roll Solar to sunset, shining Hiding from the moon like Life, living it full blown Stoner philosophers, the home of the hollow It's beating for my people to follow Throw it like a message in a bottle Was sent for the senseless to sense it And since this is the sick, sick, times Of that six, six sign, I'mma say this Play this in your playlist And watch how the planet goes ape-sh** As soon as the ba** hits Big up to Basic for giving me the basics And props to Rock for copping keys to that spaceship We about to take it up a notch ma rock with us And watch it bang on every block before the cops get us Hip-hop shop lifters We taking back our spot like Indian givers So give it up (Aye!) [Hook] Get lost in love until you get high Get high and buzzed and put your cups up Touch, solid gold wrist plush Black fist up, hands in the sky high All day making music for the nightlife All night, we just party til' the day comes Play dumb if you want, or you can ride by Lift it up, let's get sky high Get high Cups up Solid gold wrist plush Black fist up, hands in the sky high All day making music for the nightlife All night, we just party til' the day comes Play dumb if you want, or you can ride by Lift it up, let's get sky high [Verse 2] Sometimes, I be feeling like my life Is kind of like the new testament how I Sacrifice for what I represent, Saint John See that church, and it never let me play God Cause, now I'm walking through the streets trying to play God With the top twelve, running with the same squad And you might want to log on Three "w" cantbegodtoo.com On some wild cowboy like Sadat songs Saddam John in the flesh, drop bombs And co*k arms like I'm cop deep But I rock calm, and collect my checks, feds respect me And I don't mean to play a villain But, I ain't leaving the building until I cop a couple billion Russel with my hustle Simmons with the business With a witness taking pictures every time I say a sentence Playing eight positions Starting five and sixth-man Coaching a goal, it's my sixth sense With a sick sense of humor Since six playing tricks on the kids and Telling them it's all about the Benjamins And get them And man, turn it up in your system And throw a middle finger to the system Cause we just making music for the few that need a place they can drift in I just hope this dope uplifting So get it [Hook] Get lost in love until you get high Get high and buzzed and put your cups up Touch, solid gold wrist plush Black fist up, hands in the sky high All day making music for the nightlife All night, we just party til' the day comes Play dumb if you want, or you can ride by Lift it up, let's get sky high Get high Cups up Solid gold wrist plush Black fist up, hands in the sky high All day making music for the nightlife All night, we just party til' the day comes Play dumb if you want, or you can ride by Lift it up, let's get sky high