High Time
Lyrics
Yeah, money stack tall
Money stack tall call it Eiffel
We makin waves, tidal
Way I get the bread it's a cycle
Tryna read me it's a bible
Keep me a knife on my rifle
Don't miss shots like Michael
Empty a clip, I recycle
Can't fuck with you ya got two faces
Talk that talk do him like Jason
On the road, on the road
Wherever I go don't leave traces
On the road, on the road
Wherever I go I see blue faces
On my own, on my own
Got these doubts but I can't face em
I can't face em
Life gave me lemons fuck lemonade
It's been awhile since I been paid
So all this cash coming my way
It's been awhile since I hit the haze
Depression hitting on these winter days
It's just greys, I got used to the pain
Got used to problems, got rid of the toxins, no more on hitting the ashtray
We in good hands, my fam eat first and I won't ever change my feelings
Don't talk shit, you can't even shave, razors leave your face bleeding
Quick to judge who my team is
They all hate for the same reasons
HE up top needless to say
I'm okay, really
Give me a toast yeah give me a toast
Yeah I need a drink for the town on my back
I do the most yeah I do the most
But they all got sick and don't care about that
Where did we go yeah where did we go
We stopped with the fighting and left it at that
At the end of the day I was leaving the chat
You cried on the couch I was calling a cab
I save my time in lil pieces
Save my shit for the weekend
Save my shit for the demon's
I been tryna find a reason
I been trapping out the deep end, huh
Niggas switching like the seasons
Higher tone in they greeting
Hands out when we feasting
No love when I'm needing, damn
G wagon keep the team in
Girl can probably bring her best friend
Young wolf wearing sheep's skin
Tear ya up, you need a cat scan
Mc from the badlands
Late night seeing Batman
Talk shit get back hand
Put a red light like Roxanne
Yeah, money stack tall
Money stack tall call it Eiffel
We makin waves, tidal
Way I get the bread it's a cycle
Tryna read me it's a bible
Keep me a knife on my rifle
Don't miss shots like Michael
Empty a clip, I recycle
Can't fuck with you ya got two faces
Talk that talk do him like Jason
On the road, on the road
Wherever I go don't leave traces
On the road, on the road
Wherever I go I see blue faces
On my own, on my own
Got these doubts but I can't face em
I can't face em
Life gave me lemons fuck lemonade
It's been awhile since I been paid
So all this cash coming my way
It's been awhile since I hit the haze
Depression hitting on these winter days
It's just greys, I got used to the pain
Got used to problems, got rid of the toxins, no more on hitting the ashtray
We in good hands, my fam eat first and I won't ever change my feelings
Don't talk shit, you can't even shave, razors leave your face bleeding
Quick to judge who my team is
They all hate for the same reasons
HE up top needless to say
I'm okay, really
Give me a toast yeah give me a toast
Yeah I need a drink for the town on my back
I do the most yeah I do the most
But they all got sick and don't care about that
Where did we go yeah where did we go
We stopped with the fighting and left it at that
At the end of the day I was leaving the chat
You cried on the couch I was calling a cab
I save my time in lil pieces
Save my shit for the weekend
Save my shit for the demon's
I been tryna find a reason
I been trapping out the deep end, huh
Niggas switching like the seasons
Higher tone in they greeting
Hands out when we feasting
No love when I'm needing, damn
G wagon keep the team in
Girl can probably bring her best friend
Young wolf wearing sheep's skin
Tear ya up, you need a cat scan
Mc from the badlands
Late night seeing Batman
Talk shit get back hand
Put a red light like Roxanne
Writer(s): Avi Hankel, William Langason, wilson hunter
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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