These Highs Lyrics

And these highs don't work

But it feels good

And these girls don't help

But the thrills good

I might pull that card

If the deals good

Lots weighing on my mind

But I'm still good

Uh

I walk with a smile on my face

But I feel numb from my head to my waist

Can't pin-point what I feels in the brain

Never been through trauma

But my soul feels laced

Everything seems gray

And life's so basic

Only feel alive when my heartbeats racing

Liquor stops time so my thoughts be spacing

And I know my demons on a first name basis

I wonder

What I gotta do

Who I gotta be

How I mend this heart

Who i gotta see

I tried meditation and the therapy

But emotions in my head

Won't go away it's scaring me

I look in the mirror and I see myself

Mamma told me always work hard

And be myself

But i only feel me when i free myself

And i know its no good damn

And these highs don't work

But it feels good

And these girls don't help

But the thrills good

I might pull that card

If the deals good

Lots weighing on my mind

But I'm still good

Fake niggas

And fake streams

And false image

I know this game is a front

But seem to fall in it

False hope that maybe

I might just might make it big

My homies tell me im crazy

Go find another gig

But what else is there to do

When it's either

Work for the man

Sells drugs rap or hoop like

How im posed to find a purpose

Maybe god'll tell me

While im jotting down these verses

Too many homies I seen

End up in them hearses

My cousin mamma

Seen her crying in them churches

My nigga pops aint been around

But he means well

I think its time for us to

Enter sunday service

I read if its a will there a way

God will me and my homies out these chains

You said that you got me if i belive

Lord tell me who to be

And these highs don't work

But it feels good

And these girls don't help

But the thrills good

I might pull that card

If the deals good

Lots weighing on my mind

But I'm still good

I had visions of greats things

And great schemes

Now I'm struggling stressing

All in my late teens

Over money and fame

And niggas hating

Cause I don't fit in the picture

That y'all been painting.

I ain't a sellout a sucker

I'll never sell my soul

But want it so bad

Niggas don't even know

Comparing myself to Kendrick

And even j cole

And still gots a long way to

While im writng rhymes

That leave you speechless

My hearts broken into two peices

But this time i found a greater purpose

I'm onto new beginnings

Think I need a new thesis

My aim nows to follow in ya word

You be the Sheppard

I'm just flocking in the herd…