Son said my mother when I was knee high You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
a statement, AND THE MY OTHER COMPOTION IS SOME CLWONS I BID THEM BY i can walk while they racing, and the ones at the finish line take yo high down
less, I'm happy like this Don't you wanna get a life? Don't wanna be a victim of fashion A plastic sensation, a hippie chick coke fiend Higher than an
Money don't make my world go 'round I'm reaching up for the higher ground To a warm and peaceful place I can rest my weary face Life's answers we're
hit the ground I do it 'cause I feel it, live it like I'm talkin' Flow so straight but won't a nigger try and walk it I'm so high, yeah, the weed, I
the clip Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit Heat comin' from the barrel with a cloud of smoke Dead bodies on the ground
But the big spark dimmed substantial You know it's always financials That give the portrait of happiness its nasty crease CHORUS Sometimes they'd find common ground
looking at the ground But it's not raining, look at the sky But it's hard when you're not looking very high I wanted everything but this When all I want is happiness
all your brilliant colors Just don't fall off into the deep Happiness is not a burden Oh, how the pendulum will swing I have felt the ground, I've seen
verse 1: I never take a day off, work around the clock my engineer gettin' paid off rock like aseop, light the weed and take off so high i cannot see
We be buyin more reefer so my crew gettin high, Now the girls keep callin and the money keep comin I be jumpin off the bridge but, Ima hit the ground
to kill you We are all forgotten souls nightmare of every boy and girl Kneight Riduh pirates the leaders of the underworld I'm so happy, happy knowin
gots to kill you We are all forgotten souls nightmare of every boy and girl Kneight Riduh pirates the leaders of the underworld I'm so happy, happy knowin
say the baby Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher
(ian hunter) There goes happiness Down that street Pick me up, put me down again Just when I was on my feet I get stoned every day My best friend he
ground Where little hungry kids are found Worms in fruit an ugly sight They're begging for a single bite Our garbage dumps are mountains high While
's true, though it hurts You know what you gotta do, cut him loose like a dirty needle You don't know where he's been All I know is that I've seen him high
in Not a tear flows through, not a thought Not a sound and numbness overwhelms me Solo now, I can only reach out for a stray flier On my high wire and from the ground