Highs & Lows, Pt. 2 ft. M3LV1N & ŪLES ĦERC Lyrics

We've all been high, oh, how did time comply As quickly as a blink of an eye, we could go

from sky to ride, fly to die Said I cry inside, but I cry all the time

Woke up and tried to fly, like a dragon that doesn't try

I'ma lose my mind if I don't make it one more line

We're lost, more than a thought in your head or mine

It's crazy how we're misled, then we find She's getting from one side of the bed at night

No matter how hard you fight, we will see the light

Happy today, we will be alright

Alright, alright, alright, let's walk outside Sun is shining where the moon would be and it's bright

Talk of the life, made me wanna take a fire flight or bake a pie

But I heard some bad news, got baked and took somebody's eye

Now I see why this view's construed Prolific noise made us snooze

With no choice, followed the rules Impassive village, once pillaged, caused by thumb

Now having fun, feeling harmonized By the reckoning of all the false parted lines

They felt immunized, that's it The locks on the chains, walk the line

Got home to spread the word, to help find A beautiful bird, now purred

Now felt they should die, see it's not all fine

Ups and downs, highs and lows, it's all a ride

How could we go from one level, then drop

How do we get off this ride, just tell it to stop

How can we comprehend what's really going on

How's my pants slow with every other song

Isn't it rich that we could see a sin And tell people they'll need it to win

Like we got no recollection of what happens in the end

So I put away my pride as the wheels become a line

With the tracks of the world we stop to fly

Just to realize I have to wait a whole nother life

Just to hop on a whole nother ride

Felt the pressures about a million times just to come to mind

How I generated every fucking rolling dime

That distracted me for some time

So the true challenge of flying is knowing that you won't be

Or very well could be the same by the end of the flight

Or rather once the plane stops at the flight

Stop to stop, quit taking off

Now everybody's off the clock, flight might take off

At night not, either way we're here to stay

Now listeners are trapped in this long ass line

I created in the terminal in my mind

I inflated, caught in a gaze

Thinking of all of the things I gotta do for days

What's first, what's next? Processing my obligations in hundreds of ways

Wake up late and feel it all dissipate

Images in the past I keep to recreate

Making myself something great while there's still food on my plate

Contemplations got me losing all the situations

Not a doctor, but I lost a lot of patience

Was in the pen, went past the hang, grabbed a pen

Ashamed that my masterpiece is my tragedy

Then again, I'm painting my masterpiece

And in that song I'll be the band

We'll be on the cusp

And everybody will think that we fucking did it