The greatest peace I ever felt was what they told me to dodge
Born a f*ckin' junkie. No gateway, just probable odds
Me and Moms fighting in the street, squabbin'
Hang with vets who ask their gods for affirmation, so Jehovah goes and gives them the nods
10 miles west, same addicts' daddies get them real jobs while...
("I get this feeling...")
Oh, shit!
This is where the party's at!
I'm finna dance with the Devil. Where your car keys at?
She said that wasn't such a bright idea when I was only getting high right before I see 'er
Hoping she wouldn't notice, hoping she wouldn't blow it
So focused on making our different standards of normal coexist
That's when I made a promise to sort my shit and to get on it
But I was dosing everyday avoiding sickness and vomiting
On top of that, seeking treatment with my funds was just the runaround
Weary of every "Healthcare Professional", I felt hunted down
I'll just stay underground
I'm glad that you're relatin'
Before we take this
Did you shut all the doors on your way in?
Tornup - The High Lyrics
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The greatest peace I ever felt was what they told me to dodge
Born a f*ckin' junkie. No gateway, just probable odds
Me and Moms fighting in the street, squabbin'
Hang with vets who ask their gods for affirmation, so Jehovah goes and gives them the nods
10 miles west, same addicts' daddies get them real jobs while...
("I get this feeling...")
Oh, shit!
This is where the party's at!
I'm finna dance with the Devil. Where your car keys at?
She said that wasn't such a bright idea when I was only getting high right before I see 'er
Hoping she wouldn't notice, hoping she wouldn't blow it
So focused on making our different standards of normal coexist
That's when I made a promise to sort my shit and to get on it
But I was dosing everyday avoiding sickness and vomiting
On top of that, seeking treatment with my funds was just the runaround
Weary of every "Healthcare Professional", I felt hunted down
I'll just stay underground
I'm glad that you're relatin'
Before we take this
Did you shut all the doors on your way in?
Born a f*ckin' junkie. No gateway, just probable odds
Me and Moms fighting in the street, squabbin'
Hang with vets who ask their gods for affirmation, so Jehovah goes and gives them the nods
10 miles west, same addicts' daddies get them real jobs while...
("I get this feeling...")
Oh, shit!
This is where the party's at!
I'm finna dance with the Devil. Where your car keys at?
She said that wasn't such a bright idea when I was only getting high right before I see 'er
Hoping she wouldn't notice, hoping she wouldn't blow it
So focused on making our different standards of normal coexist
That's when I made a promise to sort my shit and to get on it
But I was dosing everyday avoiding sickness and vomiting
On top of that, seeking treatment with my funds was just the runaround
Weary of every "Healthcare Professional", I felt hunted down
I'll just stay underground
I'm glad that you're relatin'
Before we take this
Did you shut all the doors on your way in?
Writer: Torry Finley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid