Highwater ft. Alliance White Lyrics

I can't even see a little thing because that smoke too thick

And I just whip the auto cause I don't do shifts

Leather got patina like my boat shoes bitch

I got teak up on the panel like my boat does bitch

That summer feeling different when the roof don't exist

80 on the dash 142 is where I live

I'm playing hooky every afternoon with my chick

Way before I had that 140 proof on my breath

I'm crawling through the neighbourhood avoiding the fuzz

I had an iPhone but the Motorola made all the buzz

I never understood but at the time

That girl I fell in love with wouldn't be the only dime

I want that picket fence around an acreage with a wife

Or maybe just a merlot with a little steak and rice, nice

Long as I have my clams I don't give a damn about muddy waters

Sipping whiskey like my Dad

And you can put that on my tab

Long as I got my rice and it's tasting nice I'm gonna love your daughters

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson but she is looking attractive

Fuck an Android hit me on that flip

Yes I can boy be there in a bit

I'm at the studio this shit off the rip

It's just a handful baby take a trip but don't fall

I got what you need and what you don't it's no fault

I know it's apparent you ain't liking me at all

But I guarantee that finna switch up if you call

Wait, I promise that my ego small

But you set it off

Instead that Firebird on fire bitch I'm jetting off

Hear that vocal playback that shit how I'm getting off

Got my ego on the desk and I ain't letting off

Told my side chick cut out the petty stuff

I heard the stories baby I think that I heard enough

Got me anxious why you always saying stuff?

You ain't fucking with him caught you with that heavy bluff

I ain't worried bout it that Audi swerve on out it

I had that Firebird that you ain't even heard about it

Yeah that shit word of mouth if you prefer to talk

I got some big shoes and some bigger socks

And some flip-flops with Grandpa's wrist watch

That shit don't tick but it got a gold top

It's a dope flip on that old school bop

With that "oh shit turn that autotune off"

When that work call Motorola go off

Long as I have my clams I don't give a damn about muddy waters

Sipping whiskey like my Dad

And you can put that on my tab

Long as I got my rice and it's tasting nice I'm gonna love your daughters

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson but she is looking attractive