HILLS Lyrics

high up in the hills

Yeah, these diamonds real

I might pop a pill

I don't know how to feel

Get my kids happy meals

Then we ghost out like Bill

Yeah, Put me on the reel

I don't need Dr. Phil

Yeah, gold on my grill

I gold on my neck

and I put gold on her heels

Yeah, hold down the drill

Still I'm posted for deals

I don't care let's burn this check

On my merch and the thrill

I'm not tryna get killed

This love feel like a threat

And I'm addicted to it still

I make that pussy wet

And that's something no one can steal

My ex in Bartlesville

she tried to get up in my feels

Yeah, cup full of syrup had me needing refills

& I don't deserve it;

I just need that 3 mill

Yeah, I know we hurtin'

But you wanted freewill

Now look at us separated

Smoking gas I'm medicated

Higher than you ever made it

You might see me elevated

New wife, red eyes & x-rated

I'm so fuckin' glad I waited

Making nothing complicated

I'm so sedated in her love and in her touch

She's an Angel falling from above

I can't get enough

Love me more when I'm off these drugs

It's a rush