Grits - High | Текст песни

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Yeah, yeah, yeah; (boo)

[Chorus:]
let the fire burn; (boo) let the fire roar; (boo) bouncin' back and forth to the beat; (boo) gettin' angel wings to soar high; high (high), high (high), high (high), high (high), high (high), high (high); yeah, yeah, yeah; high [x2]

I gotta hit and then submit it to it; let the flame consume me, control me, that I would listen to it; glisten while it's christenin'; rhymes that bring precision through it; lines paintin' vision through it; lives resurrected through it; game well respected for it; and that's why we so true with it; and ain't gone never be through with it; why we so hot, but cool with it; so fresh, so clean, so new with it; so let the fire burn; and let the fire roar; build ya body baby; trust me you'll be comin' back for more; lack for no more; thirst for no thing; hurt for no pain; a lust for no man; a woman not yours (whoa); and that's the truth man; hundred fifty proof man; swig some and get dumb, so you could get high, so high, so high.

[Chorus x2]

Sink in favor, with your big behavior; flash across the screen, it inflict the flavor; cherish and embrace in every moment savor; unconsciously, our conquest; aimlessly they goin' bonkers smokin' on dat bombs as; foolishness and nonsense, we barely scratch the surface; not on purpose, about a thousand times around with countless minds; we pass they're lives as worthless; we poke our nose when them boys pose; we curious to see, what's goin' down when doors close; figure out they Morse code; they box up they emotion; cause commotions; beyond, they act like big fish in a pond; but really rocks in the ocean; boarded eyes; saw da score in '94; and we cleared the floor; pores that were sore; mended wings 'til we reached the core; where fire burns (fire burns).

(Boo); let the fire roar; (boo) bouncin' back and forth to the beat; (boo) gettin' angel wings to soar high; high (high), high (high), high (high), high (high), high (high), high (high); yeah, yeah, yeah; high.

[Chorus x3]

(Boo); (Boo); (Boo); (Boo).
High [x8]

[Chorus x2]

yeah, yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah, yeah.

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