High Life lyrics

by

B.o.B


Verse:

So high, what's beneath me, I can't even call it high
Like taking holders when the season started
It ain't much to say when actions speak for themselves
So just the fact that I'm in this motherf*cker means I'm balling
So next time you take shots keep an extra cartridge
n*ggers handcuffing hoes like the police department
You think you flying but you really falling
You just ain't hit the concrete yet n*gga, you're stalling
They say pop means being popular to the population
So excuse me for being the topic of your conversation
I just keep banging verses and rocking your mama's braces
What you blaze in a week, that's what I start my day with
My checks worth more than your net worth
I got a network about the size of the next earth
I'm laid up, so much head that my neck hurt
I'm living a dream, I never once with the bed first you dig
So what should I do with so much hate?
f*ck it, I turn crabs into bucket to a buffet
And beef to a filet; that's a full-course Entrée
And girl I turn that avocado to some guacamole
So Spanish girls only, we can skip the foreplay
Roll up some good haze and stay high for 4 days
We can do it 4 ways, left right, up down
My cup running over but I won't put my cup down
You haters cheer-leading while I'm out here running touch downs
But I won't be ran down, I run sh*t, you ran down
[?] Blowing whistles like please get the sun down
Me while I'm globetrotting from sun up to sun down
But still I'm straight, [?]
No time to play cause I know they don't want me on top, [?]
But still I'm blazed, so many trees, don't need no shades
Living that Stamp Life, I think my passport need mo' space
Outro:

Haha, yeah, it's B. O. B.O. b*tch
All you hater, I don't even wanna hear no
I don't even know why I got smoked for...
But still man, you know how I do it
Grand hustle in the building, yo
... It's a problem, yo, feel it...
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