High Notes Lyrics

Wanna roll out on a high note

She wanna roll on a high note

You wanna roll out on a high note

Like it's fresh out the gym

Let 'em out to the world I see

What a high note be

Might not ever wanna come back in

Live life like micro

A little dose on the beach

Sweet life like Cody

Shoreline Brodie

West coast apparel got rips in my jeans

I ain't sipping on lean

And I ain't never been a fiend

Too dependent on the green

Type of man I'm trying to be

Can't slow down the tempo

I be really trying to think

I be really trying to breathe

That's how life be

All these high notes, nah they not free

Uh

No way

That won't be slowing down a G

Cause you know how it be

You wanna roll on a high note

Like it's fresh out the gym

Let 'em out to the world I see

What a high note be

Might not ever wanna come back in

Live life like micro

A little dose on the beach

Sweet life like Cody

Shoreline Brodie

West coast apparel got rips in my jeans

I ain't sipping on lean

And I ain't never been a fiend

Too dependent on the green

Type of man I'm trying to be

Can't slow down the tempo

Aye

I'll tell you who I'm trying to be

Like chess low-key

No mess in the crib

Hot mess on the hip

Invest in the dip

High notes ain't free

Yes I know how it be

Told Mom I'm working, got places to be

Can't be out searching got places to see

Know that I'm worth it God made me a G

This ain't bout me though

I play for the team

Tryna get a cheat code where we all win

Put a family in a crib

Live on high notes all the time

Drink bread and eat wine

Got a caddy for the ride

In the west coast attire

In the back yard's a fire

That dress going wild

Mess with me maybe I'll show you around

Show you my eye

Teach you the way to see how there be so many high notes

Like it's fresh out the gym

Let 'em out to the world I see

What a high note be

Might not ever wanna come back in

Live life like micro

A little dose on the beach

Sweet life like Cody

Shoreline Brodie

West coast apparel got rips in my jeans

I ain't sipping on lean

And I ain't never been a fiend

Too dependent on the green

Type of man I'm trying to be

Can't slow down the tempo

Can't slow down the tempo

Yeah I know nothing free

And that work ain't cheap

Got blood up on my jeans

Top bunk out of reach

Might sleep on the beach

Whip down to LA and Airbnb a crib

Bring out the whole crew and make it a trip

I think I'm running out of options


I think I'm running on the hot ones

Think we going back often

Thinks it's running back, ahh she