Tekster:
High Five Drive

Talking to myself and I'm not listening, take a deep breath and think. Protecting at all costs, ilusion of my faith, crackling time underfoot. You

So on and so on my mind is closing in Begun to begin my end You always hated the state of things I'm in so bathe in my suffering Pull Behind Time is

Years have gone by, it feels like a lifetime Can't remember, the comfort of your voice has died An image followed by feelings of frustration Give

Today I'll push it to the side Everything has gone out with the tide You can't look me in the eyes Burrow deep in your disguise Force out another phony

Fermented smells and stumbling down a blurry world of your creation I never thought you'd fall I want to tell you that you're missing everything I know

of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives

rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive

, aye, aye (Yeah, born rich, yup) Gucci bag poppin' tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time, stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high

Everybody in the house, high rise All the brothers up in here, six five Gotta get in on up, get high You know you lookin' good tonight All the ladies in the house, five, five