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High Hopes Video (MV)




Performed By: Hitman Heazy
Length: 2:35
Written by: Brandon Heath




Hitman Heazy - High Hopes Lyrics




Maskin' all these feelings, this a masquerade
Sittin' under glass ceilings, catch a play
Niggas want that gas, they gon' have to pay
Steal ya flow and feel like they just cracked the safe
Weed stickier than masking tape, can't exaggerate
Already booked up this year, like y'all bad at Spades
Pussy catch a fade, like a barber on a Saturday
Smokin' on LA vibes, feelin' like a basket case
Bae you know I'm trippin', can't articulate when in this state
Diamonds in my watch face, damn, who knew it end this late
Glass of Chardonnay, to commemorate
Cashed in a parlay, bet the whole estate

First off, drink some water, work smarter, not harder
Tiptoe round the marble like she playin', floor is lava
This shit ain't my vibe, I'm in the house, gettin' higher
2K and some chicken wings, ordered up some Zaza
More Ricotta, what's the chances of this shit like it's Nevada
You used to always be the cops when we played cops and robbers
She used to always request Gucci Mane and Waka Flocka
She must know the best surgeon off in Guatemala
We must smoke the best purple grown in Opa-locka
I dropped that Oppenheimer, give checks to my baby mama
Grew up listenin' to UGK and Sean Carter
I broke down and told the truth off that wine bottle
Goin' back to old Heazy, but I'm tryin' not to
I can't tell you what they told me, cause I'm not a gossip
But if I had to drop a clue it'd be you not the hottest
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Maskin' all these feelings, this a masquerade
Sittin' under glass ceilings, catch a play
Niggas want that gas, they gon' have to pay
Steal ya flow and feel like they just cracked the safe
Weed stickier than masking tape, can't exaggerate
Already booked up this year, like y'all bad at Spades
Pussy catch a fade, like a barber on a Saturday
Smokin' on LA vibes, feelin' like a basket case
Bae you know I'm trippin', can't articulate when in this state
Diamonds in my watch face, damn, who knew it end this late
Glass of Chardonnay, to commemorate
Cashed in a parlay, bet the whole estate

First off, drink some water, work smarter, not harder
Tiptoe round the marble like she playin', floor is lava
This shit ain't my vibe, I'm in the house, gettin' higher
2K and some chicken wings, ordered up some Zaza
More Ricotta, what's the chances of this shit like it's Nevada
You used to always be the cops when we played cops and robbers
She used to always request Gucci Mane and Waka Flocka
She must know the best surgeon off in Guatemala
We must smoke the best purple grown in Opa-locka
I dropped that Oppenheimer, give checks to my baby mama
Grew up listenin' to UGK and Sean Carter
I broke down and told the truth off that wine bottle
Goin' back to old Heazy, but I'm tryin' not to
I can't tell you what they told me, cause I'm not a gossip
But if I had to drop a clue it'd be you not the hottest
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Writer: Brandon Heath
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