Highs / Illegal in America lyrics

Part I: Highs

[Verse]
Strange highs, no day jobs, new address
Old vice, new temptress
Settle down one day, this is practice
Where every coach is a model or an actress, fiend
I just wanna meet some lawyer b*tches
f*ck that, I just wanna meet some loyal b*tches
So like Christmas Eve, I just toy with b*tches
Got hoes on beans like they Goya b*tches, I
Minnesota b*tches
Destroy the bridges
But you won't see my shoes wet
What you sayin', ain't paid my due yet?
Well, f*ck boi
I be on the road still puttin work in the Duet
f*ck n*gga
Can you hear it? Me and your b*tch gon' sing a duet ( La- La- La- La)
No hero to them hoagies
Cause hoes get loose like bogies
If my n*gga ask for it he could have her
I could only have two left
Broads all look from afar see the same view
Could accept who you are 'til they change you
Can't lose what you ain't choose
As far as I see it
[Hook]
Ironic, I was just lookin for a lighter but I found you now lets go
And f*ck the night up ( the night up, the night up)
Lets go and f*ck the night up ( the night up, the night up)
Lets go and f*ck the night up
Ironic, I was just lookin for a lighter but I found you now lets go
And f*ck the night up ( the night up, the night up)
Lets go and f*ck the night up ( the night up, the night up)
Lets go and f*ck the night up

Part II: "Illegal In America" (Excerpt)

[Interlude]
What we about to get into?
Stuff that's illegal in America, but legal here
A bunch of weed smoking and b*tches
b*tches!
Embarrassing the family name