High Life
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Ha, uh, ha
Turn this shit up so I can hear it proper
Ha, Versace filled the game
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I can't handle all that shit
All that shit is really lame
I just live how I live and not to go insane
I can't be dwellin' where you dwell 'cause it's so much pain
I use so much paint and so much think
But I'm livin' the high life and stroke my Jimmy Bros
Yo, I know I ain't a saint, but then again, maybe I am
I mean, Saint Kareem
I go to Saint Lucia, lounge at the Marine
I'm livin' in a dream down by the stream
Kinda like a Black, bugged out James Dean
You gotta know me, yada-da-da-di
Yada-da-di
Yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, listen
I can't handle all my shit
All my shit, that's what I need
I got my wants and needs, keep you up to speed
I fucked up so many beats for you to feel indeed
The high life, it's real simple to conduct my deeds
Selecta, select all the vibes that you connect us
Just chill and think about me
Yeah, I'm just havin' a moment, a moment, a low one
I know when to, I know when to eat
I like good shirts from Clothier Cรฉcile
The solo eccentric nigga, yeah, that's me
Huh, the high life, the high life indeed
Yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, listen
No time for that stupid shit
Silly, silly, silliness
You really miss?
I ain't must to live with a nurse
I invite to her to come stroke my Jimmy Bros
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