Fake Highs ft. Jango UU Lyrics

Yeah, uh

Filling up times of the day cause I hate to be vacant

Time on my own only make me feel anxious

Mind racing, wish I could move at the right pace

Wasted time with the wrong bitch but a cute face

Big regret I gotta embrace

Blind to the fake, red flags scattered cross the place

As I take a breath, feel my lungs ache

Stress piling all I ever wanted was to take a break

Nah fam how you gonna make

Ends meet need ten Gs

Working overtime can't let it get to me

Otherwise find me in the street

Packing the heat and running it back so I shatter defeat

I'm madder went back to the beats cause I knew how

Django one more to the team

If you fucking with me you'll be dealing with 2 now

My psyche it need a relief end the meeting it's brief

I don't know what to do now

Inhaling the fumes this ain't me

I ain't smoke before but I do now

But I do now

Lemme chief I ain't feeling the best

Give relief when I'm feeling depressed

Kill me slowly but don't care when I'm in the moment

In fact I be needing the rest

Aftermath thinking back to the high

At this point I ain't gotta deny

That my body relies if I'm out of the goods

Gotta get a supply

Yeah they love me cuz I take them straight to where they long to be

To hell with 'em plugs and all of their mid

They cut with trash the fuckery

I ain't for them fake highs, one wrong hit you fall asleep

I ain't for them fake highs, underground you tall as me

Ignore my mama take a day trip

Poppin acid in the bar mix it with the liquor

Now I feel amazing

Hours later can't escape it

Suck it up just gotta ride it out

My nigga at the table playing pool

Winning everything, round after round

Maybe selling shrooms, pound after pound

We was skipping school tryna get to pound

Make the world change with the influence

Like we bitches getting niggas pussy whipped

Mass manipulators know this

How they positioning a hoe chick

Know they can't resist gotta focus

On the fat ass

Opportunity to grab the bag fast

And we dipping soon we make a mad dash

Blocking all requests on the Cash App

Or the Venmo bitch

Spend it all

Spend it all on my dental bitch

Bitches wanna see my rental whip

But I tell 'em I ain't wasteful

That's some mental-ish

Lemme chief I ain't feeling the best

Give relief when I'm feeling depressed

Kill me slowly but don't care when I'm in the moment

In fact I be needing the rest

Aftermath thinking back to the high

At this point I ain't gotta deny

That my body relies if I'm out of the goods

Gotta get a supply

Yup

I been tryna quit

2 years and I still find my way back asking for another hit

Looking for any defense

Maybe I'm stressed, maybe it's a world event

Use my affliction

But I gotta be real I got an addiction

And it's tough to kick like an overhead

I got baggage with me

I got no defense, I be acting busy when they ask me

So I'm passive really

But it's massive questions bout my actions

So I mask it quickly

But that ain't healthy

Got regrets that's still deep in the chamber

Ain't nothing that I can believe

So I take what they breathe and it's nothing but danger

And I'm doubting what I can achieve

Hold my breath and I feel the relief

But I'm worse and I'm feeling fatigued

And my eyes staying glued to the screen

Even the smoke ain't as clear as it seems

I'm stuck under gray skies

Ain't nothing but fake highs

Keep chasing them fake highs