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letra de #high - high society collective

it’s that good, it’s that true it’s that creative its that that that that high baby
we gon’ need a parachute, for this, pair of shoes with some wings on the heels

sho baraka:
we high!
sho, what does that really mean?
we used to get stoned, now we just stone philistines
we catching the buzz without that booze in em’
my crew is real, you would have thought it was a jew with them
no label, no genre
they don’t know where to group me
we’re just a group with no home, we the new fugees
we got a heart for the poor but yet we so boojie
wal-mart budget but our swag is so gucci
high charity, high living, high art
these rappers rhyme book should have some more erase marks
and when they open up their mouths we are not impressed
they have no direction homie, why is this not addressed (i don’t know)
ignorant artist live backwards with their weak standards
praying for sunday, put an end to these weak rappers
and there’s nothing they can do to make your boy afraid
i’m from a place where the ground does the harlem shake

[hook]
you gon’ need a parachute for this
pair of shoes with some wings on the heels
homie we high
we live high, stay high
p-ss on anything that ain’t fly
you don’t need to get dressed for this
good life get your name on the list
tell yo’ mama we high
we live high, stay high
p-ss on anything that ain’t fly

swoope:
welcome to the crack house of blues it’s the trap house of music
packed out with dudes that’s fed up with them whack styles that’s stupid
a movement who is fly as parachutes is, look what the wind blew in
society that’s so high, i’m an addict, so high
i’m the addict, try to keep me off and i’m like nope bye
i’m back at it
we got that good stuff, trying to get you under
the influence, is somewhat higher than marijuana
oh you on that ganja? i’m warning you ain’t high yet
i’m pushing that good music on your corner like a hydrant
hi kids, i’ll show you what high is
live under the law of not your honor but your highness. flying

[hook]

jr:
yeah momma i’m so high
i can’t remember the last time i was this fly
the music got me open i’m ready to take a dive
and every second i listen its just like s-s-s-suicide
cause the 808s, yea it’s k!lling me
but i can’t help it its healing me just like therapy
yea you got that good, well homie i’ve lost faith
cause all i see is copy cats in this rat race

natalie sims “suzy rock”:
we-we-we well h-llo hi to my haters, send em on a hiatus
hibernating woke em up with something new sanaa lathan
but i light ain’t latent, yes our music so mavis
beacon beaming for miles, blowing trumpets, hi davis
we that 84 retro, that art deco
where harps bark, heavy metal, we balloons let go
we techno artist in a broad market on a narrow road
marching pushing margins, ma-ma marksmen with one target. lets go

[hook]

- high society collective

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