blow my high ft. szn 3K Lyrics

Look, yeah, yeah, don't blow my high

Don't blow my, yeah

Baby I done made up a lot of my mind, don't blow my high

I'm ridin' too low in that two-door coupe, I be parked outside

Like oh my god, tiptoe cross that line, I float, I fly

Hop off my mind, all of that ra-ra takin' up all my time

Got no reason for peace, just be along the road to the top of the sky

When that rainbow gone, it's the same old song, play it all the time

I ain't tryna trip, bout shit, all good if we fall behind

I'm ridin' too low in that two-door coupe, don't blow my high

You actin' bogus, fumble the blunt while I swerve, losin' focus

I doubled up, don't think anyone noticed, been on the run for a while for my ghost

But nobody told us, shruggin' the weight off my shoulders, fuck it, ain't waitin' no more

I hate when it's cold, leave all that shake in the bowl, I'm lost in that haze when I smoke

You can't fake out the Joker, fill up a lake with emotions, oh what a place for my soul

The places we go, I couldn't wait for a show, infatuated with more

But mainly that gold, shit that could make breathin' easy, what you gon' take when you leave me

Thanks for it all, chained up to swing from the ropes

That shit's some dangerous hope, like, oh, where it go

Baby, I done made up a lot of my mind, don't blow my high

I'm ridin' too low in that two-door coupe, I be parked outside

Like, oh my God, tiptoe, cross that line, I float, I fly

Hop off my mind, all of that ra-ra, takin' up all my time

I've been rumbling demons, 3K Meliodas

I walk in the dungeon take back what they owed us

Might roll up a spliff and get high as I like you ain't bringing me down boy this shit hella potent

The winters get warm but the summers the coldest, half my niggas left me 'fore august was over

I euro the cross step in my penny loafers, need euros and pesos, the famine is growing

Look, I ain't letting you waste my time bitch i spin off the pivot like lee with the lotus

G.I Joe in my city ain't giving these boys time to rise bitch i'm slicing the cobras

In that two door coupe need bags coming through just to par le vous with my chauffeur

Don't blow my high if you think i'm a problem you not gone like me when i'm sober

Baby, I done made up a lot of my mind, don't blow my high

I'm ridin' too low in that two-door coupe, I be parked outside

Like, oh my God, tiptoe, cross that line, I float, I fly

Hop off my mind, all of that ra-ra takin' up all my time