High Beams

作曲 : Harley Streten/Tyron Frampton/Justin Elwin

作词 : Harley Streten/Tyron Frampton/Justin Elwin

We'll lift when I flip the clutch

Days when I wasted a lot

Some days I was waste like plums

That ain't been ate for months

Months in this place of glum

Food that I ate hit my tum

Can't settle fairytale skin pebbles, raised in slum

Somehow I gotta make me some, I ain't tryna stay at mum's

Mum said don't play with guns, banging and playing on drums

Slanging it under no thumb, make me draw from my fund

Putting on pie and eating in crumbs

Get rich, then you die, don't mean that much

Could be anyone that wouldn't be me

Believing everyone except for me

All I need is TLC, block it out with THC

You would know if you seen what I seen

Ain't smooth like Maybelline

Count me out like one, two, three

Poof, I'm gone, say my move was strong

Bite it between my teeth

Said I'm moving along, do you know where I've been?

Back and forth to Timbuktu, still,

I come through like Mr. Sheen

Dealing with Charlie Sheens, sad times, can you play the strings?

No cut, no seam, looks could kill and I've got high beams

Out of touch, off my line

They got laws but I can't comply

Out of luck, must be blind

Been blessed so much 'til I question my existence

Without a pot to piss in, distant

Travel distance, I am Mr. Kiddlin

Can't contain my position

No optimism, say I'm optimistic

Narcissistic, hard to sit with

Middle part and split the difference

Me, treat me to exorcism

Bad decision, pessimistic

Conflict about fit description

Misunderstanding don't know what I'm planning

Paint a different picture

Need a safe line and life in the caption

Why you live for Insta?