HighGone Lyrics

Yeah, we can match, uh

Let me, let me, let me hit up my plug and I'ma call you right back

Yah

It's Coley

I'ma sit and contemplate

Think about the shit that makes us congregate and conversate

It's not in my intentions to complicate all our politics

But shit, for Obama's sake

I'ma keep it real, nigga

The vices we facing are real

Our lives are forsaken, we kill

Ourselves when we changing our homeostasis

By taking in all of these pills and liquor

It's sad that we living for thrills

We ain't living, we surviving, but still

Trapped inside of all our minds

Projecting an image

Don't know how to feel

This ain't the real me, it can't be

Shit, the only times that they feel me, is when I ain't me

Shit, maybe it's the niggas in my surroundings that's janky

And I just need to do like Future and Drake said and change my location

I've been losing patience

I'm not getting rest

Feeling more anxious than ever

So I just sit back to myself

And wonder if I've been dancing with God or the devil

This the shit I think about and I can't help it

And when I feel my high gone

I roll another

Maybe this the song to be uncouth and get wild

And rap about some shit I might regret

And now these niggas spreading rumors round town

Maybe this the song to show em what I'm about

Maybe this the time for me to prove it right now

This is my time, I said, this is my time

All of these niggas gon' know what I'm on

Hear that I'm spitting on all of my songs

Then you see it in person, say "Coley the bomb"

Then you see how I walk and you hear how I talk when you meet me in person

Say "Coley a Don"

Stack up my paper, put money in bonds

I buy em for me and I buy em for mom

I battle depression, expressing myself as a method of making it to the morning

I don't need your help

I could die on my own, if I want, but I don't

That's my word and it's bond

Fuck that shit, I'm on it

I'ma shoot up myself after shooting the cop that had put that bullet into Michael Brown

We getting justice at the end of the day, so make sure that you got enough cops around

I'm a domestic terrorist like Huey, don't stand around and do nothing

I'm huffing and puffing like Wolf, that's the end of discussion

I'm hitting up Tyler so we can go golfing

Okay, I don't know that nigga yet, I'm bluffing

Shit, I do know that we both got

The soul of a rebel

I'm never gon' settle

My foot on the pedal

Until I blossom like a petal

But then I sit back to myself

And I wonder if I've been dancing with God or the devil

This the shit I think about and I can't help it

And when I feel my high gone

I roll another

After I've built up a home,

I'll hold my brother

With accountability

And ask if he thinks that my mother

Would be proud of me if she sees I've recovered

And finally put down the weed and proceed to

Rediscover my lifestyle

Obesity has plagued my life and I wanna

Be healthier

But sometimes I feel like I am a goner

I smoke potent marijuana

To get up and deal with trauma

I pick it back up when I wanna drop it all off on the corner

Then I smoke it to my high gone

Yeah, I smoke it to my high gone

Smoke until my high gone