HIGHS AND LOWS Lyrics

I just make it look easy… yeah

I just make it look easy… yeah

I just make it look…

Yeah,

I just make it look easy

Playing Hall of Fame ball

I'm finna do em greasy

I'm taking home the game ball

Back to the south side

Trajectory to north

Cats claim they stepping

But they fell up off of the porch

I picked myself from the ground

Exposed I have rose

Uplifted, kissing a cloud

It's like they witnessed a ghost

Resurrecting the purpose

Bringing life to the message

The type of thing that requires time

In order to get it

I had to develop passion and patience

Not aiming for flattery as I pattern the greatest

Taxing when they double back for when they had me waiting

As I make em place second

For having me waste seconds

That were precious to me

Fake smiles that made great first impressions to me

Some hate now, I digress, they ain't impressive to me

They stay hot but cool as fans in the presence of me

This shit ain't pressure to me

I've been through all the lows

Rolling up, staying high

Folks I would call the bros

Just had to say goodbye

Feels like I'm off the road

With faith, I stay in drive

I've nearly lost my soul

Won't let em take my mind

I've been through all the lows

Rolling up, staying high

Folks I would call the bros

Just had to say goodbye

Feels like I'm off the road

With faith, I stay in drive

I've nearly lost my soul

Won't let em take my mind

I get icy when I slide like I'm Frozone

Take flight, I'm high, slicing layers of the ozone

Bounce like pogo with my back to the wall

Ground sloping down, still ain't on the path to fall

Like the leaves do

It's church whenever he brew/Hebrew

Truth fluid as new jelly when it squeeze through

I been had them jams sandwiched

Packed up for consumption

Niggas asking half price

You get half a discussion, yeah

Last couple months, I was playing in the rough

Still made it to putting, the flower of fate was budding

But afraid to open up

The fear of being closed off placed me in a rut

I wouldn't remain stuck though

Life moving fast so I puff slow

Touch dough, give praise to the utmost

Wayne already said how G's move

Best maneuvers to dodging the wicked ways of the cutthroat

My bros keep it tucked though

I've been through all the lows

Rolling up, staying high

Folks I would call the bros

Just had to say goodbye

Feels like I'm off the road

With faith, I stay in drive

I've nearly lost my soul

Won't let em take my mind

I've been through all the lows

Rolling up, staying high

Folks I would call the bros

Just had to say goodbye

Feels like I'm off the road

With faith, I stay in drive

I've nearly lost my soul

Won't let em take my mind