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| FIRST VERSE|
Yea, pour a little wine in my cup, cigar,
Light that one for the road
Never stay still to the High Life
They donât understand well I guess Iâm just speaking in code.
We so young but got that soul
I got so cold in a year huh?
Almost there huh?
Look in there eyes see the fear huh,
Look in my eyes see the truth though ,
Top floor I donât see the roof hoe,
Iâm riding round town red coupe flow,
Iâm trying to fight for this only the troops know,
My friends here and pens here,
This history we writing it.
Cunts here and blunts here,
She get to me so Iâm lighting it,
And Iâm opening while she focusing on her past days and her old ways,
Changed those well I changed clothes
Got caught up in her own maze,
This our world we know that,
So in canât go back ,
So far Iâm so far,
We know who we are.
We blazing and patient we know we gon make it,
Hotel with women who bound to get naked,
Take all of our savings and spend that in Vegas.
|CHORUS|
We going to places you never could takes us,
All of our savings and spend that in Vegas,
We going to places you never could take us,
Living that dream so you probably canât wake us,
We gone!
We gone, we gone , we gone,
Wonder what we on,
But we gone, we gone, we gone,
Wonder what we on,.
I wonder what we on?
| SECONG VERSE|
(yea, what Iâm doing)
Swimming, back stroke see that back stroke,
At the top
They donât want to see us black folk,
Donât let me go Black Panther on yo ass,
Make your hair feel like Cancer on yo ass,
Never answer on yo ass.
Look,
If I wasnât rapping man Iâll probably be in school,
With some useless ass degree,
But that wasnât really me,
Man I rather meet some women in the UK,
Break bread,
White girls they love me, them black girls say GO HEAD!
We damn Iâm the motherfucking man,
Bring the confetti,
Itâs a party, you know all my niggas come ready,
Got that liquor , got that paper, got that home grown.
She out with the real leave a message on her home phone.
High , High, itâs High Life,
Uh , High, High, itâs High Life,
Uh, High, High, itâs High Life.
Kill your self nigga,
You gon start to asking why Life?
Liquor on the floor for my niggas in pen,
Liquor on the floor for my niggas on parole,
Liquor in the cup for the girl with a soul,
Who still live like she young,
But still think like she old,
Shit I be on my own shit,
Money and the bitches same time
Thatâs some clone shit.
You could never own shit,
Never on that phone shit,
Rather be in person,
Watch her pulling back the curtain,,
Yea itâs Ruffin that for certain,
You see boots, you see suits,
You see all this fucking truth,
You see everything you missing,
You just start to sip some goose,
Now you thinking you are tripping
Blowing some up to the roof.
I just want to show you something,
Iâm just trying to get you loose.
Show me what you working with,
Baby I can tell it fit,
Uh, I just want to see you shine,
Do a little, spend a little, baby make you mine.
|CHORUS|
We going to places you never could takes us,
All of our savings and spend that in Vegas,
We going to places you never could take us,
Living that dream so you probably canât wake us,
We gone!
We gone, we gone , we gone,