Count these highs Lyrics

Yeah yeah

ok, can you hear me

Yeah

Sunny skies and rainbows

Sierra mist lemon-lime

Somewhere outside of Iowa

This music game gentrified

Teach our sons to live with spine

And teach our daughters

Teach 'em pure and they'll be fine

I need to stop paying attention to weirdos

Align myself with God

I'm still going to have to work these goals even with an entourage

And I want to show how you all look like beautiful stars tonight

And I want to show how you all look like beautiful stars tonight

Find somewhere to unwind

They hammer at our knees just to test our reflex

I'm dangerous in these pockets

The safeties playing prevent

My courage calls the shots

My spirit calls the sequence

Even the deepest subway, a plant finds room to breathe

A weekend morning with quiche

But you can start with kush

On the journey of what to keep

A suburban dad staring at a bush

Jesse White and his tumblers

I look at what I see a pro bad bitch fumbler

Life's a game of numbers

We better count these highs

We better count these highs

I'm the definition of summer, milkshake with fries

I'm trying to fulfill the hunger. The music starts to appetize

A bird can build a nest from the sticks stuck in a gutter

A girl can give a shit test in denial she found a lover

Culturally pass the butter

Culturally we eat, favorite meals made served from mothers

Now I climb these hills no beverley

Smooth as Sunday morning windows open with Jim Nantz

Nice guy but I'll be judging if you can't dance

Grab and go's checking out the art fair

Girls with baggy jeans, trying out their new blonde hair

Look inside there's enough there

Packed inside the Tupperware

Just below the top shelf

In a spot you don't forget

Break it down there's a bone to pick

Living with these tendencies

All for not, left in vein, music pumps these arteries

Operating to find parts in me

Oh my god we're fucking close

Living with these tendencies

Oh my god we're fucking close

Not in hand but enough to boast

Listen in yeah listen close

That life sweet no sugarcoat

That high demand, supply is low

Fuck around economics, impulse buy geronimo

Vacation to be exotic

The pre-check here is running slow

Uncomfortable situations, my reflex is I got to go

I'll double down

That's fucking right, that's under oath

We gone count these highs

We gone count these highs

The rush you feel inside as an idea comes alive

Rosy cheeks speckled bright

Ears perked up, twinkle in your eye

Show me how you'll be a star tonight

Outside the firmament

No such thing as permanent

As I think about last year, and all the people I'm working with

Memory of an elephant

I'm excited to hear it all, how could I not forget

how could I not forget

You told me

You told me

You told me

We gone count these highs

We gone count these highs

We gone count these highs

We gone count these highs

How could I not forget

How could I not forget

You saw my first home run

Margarita Don Diegos

Fourth of July summers

The energy lives forever