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Why Do We Get High?

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We can get along, but I'll still keep the piece to keep the beast away from me

I know he's waiting patiently for me to arrive

I survived so many nights and my torturous ways

So really, it's myself the one that should be afraid

I walk a tight rope between God and the reaper, and I'm ready

For either, but they leave it up to me to choose my path

I got this wrath inside my chest, and it's burning, don't get rest

Sometimes I feel like it's a test, but rest assured, I know there's more

To life than this, you blink, you miss, next thing you know you're deep in shit

Thinking about the things you could've done different, I know we wish

Upon the stars but know they way too far, when do we give up?

When that liquor don't give you hiccups and those pills don't get your dick hard

Why do we get high? To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that's getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told

Why do we get high? To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that's getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told

Get your diploma, go to college, you might be somebody

You hang with bums, you might become one, boy, just think about it

Can't go too far with shackles on your feet, connected to the weakest link

In your crew (don't hold me back, don't hold me down)

Don't hold me back, don't hold me down, just let me swim or make me drown

You surround yourself with clowns, well, what that make you?

Got a lot to go around, but when that bank account drown

No one is to be found, so what's that tell you?

Why do we get high? To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that's getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told

Why do we get high? To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that's getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told

I lock myself in my room every night with my pistol gripped tight

Fightin' demons left and right, with all my might

I might convince myself that I'm the chosen one for everyone to leech off

But fuck that, I can't be the one to feed all

No, you won't be takin' advantage, need a Xanax for the damage

To the canvas of my life, I gotta manage

Step to the side if you ain't ridin' with me, bitch, I need someone

I could confide in with no judgment or passive-aggressiveness

Why do we get high? To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that's getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told

Why do we get high? To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that's getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told

Why do we get high? To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that's getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told

Why do we get high? To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that's getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told

Why do we get high to balance out the lows? (Yeah-yeah, yeah)

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode? (Yeah-yeah, yeah)

Not getting younger and that's getting really old (yeah, yeah)

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told (ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah, yeah)

Why do we get high to balance out the lows? (Yeah-yeah, yeah)

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode? (Yeah-yeah, yeah)

Not getting younger and that's getting really old (yeah, yeah)

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that's what I was told (ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah)

Liberate your mind and soon the soul will follow

Gotta keep my tips hollow and my dick swallowed

Drowning in my sorrows, praying for tomorrow

Flying down the i9 like OJ in the Bronco

For the love of money, yeah, I need it pronto

The fame is overrated, and quite frankly, hard to handle

Way too many situations tend to turn to scandals

You can't bury me with lies, bitch, so put away them candles, yeah