Lyrics High Flows (feat. Howard Moretti) - BAM

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I been stuck between who I was and who I been becoming
Look into the mirror fix my hair
I'm feeling kinda scruffy
Am I hungry for success
Or is it just my phone that's humming
Telling me I got something else to do before I get this money
Whoa
Gotta go leave me alone
Back on road
No breaks no more
25 or 6 to 4
Can't decide so I do both
Normal just don't work for me I'm into all exotic things
Exotic Chick that fuck with me she roll up my exotic weed
Really digging Socrates
Take off ya clothes now twerk for me
Make it nasty
Pork n beans
Or spam and cheese just switch it up
Mani needs another cup
Rollin up another blunt
Bam Bam just don't get enough and I ain't even turning up
Everyday I wake up smoke
In the night you know I smoke
On the way home gotta smoke
Some days never running low
2 years living on my own
Paying bills and blowing Os
How you hold it down
Man that's something even I don't know

Please don't fuck up the flow
Please don't fuck up the flow
Please don't fuck up the flow
Please don't fuck up the flow whoa

Don't understand why Niggas hate
Smoking on purp just to elevate
Double cup stuffed but the shit ain't lean
Better call Scotty she'll make you beam
Hella smoke clouds doja dreams
Trying to find a Bitch that's into me
Don't give a fuck about the enemy
Cause shit they say don't mean a thing
Kicking back being cool
Got my feet up I'm chilling dude
New Rasta flow by the way I smoke
Sword and gun slinging that deathstroke
Ripping and running on all you all you hoes
Gotta find a way to keep it in control
Pawg patrol while I'm on yall hoes
But truth be told I'm in my feelings woah
Right back at it fucking addict
Niggas talk shit but they don't want no static
Make it disappear gotta call it magic
That's a head shot shit so tragic ball like madden
Gotta let em have it run in the in zone like McFadden
Getting high off this bleezy and ya hoe really kinda easy wait
Howard and Bam killing this
Fuck it up one time dont forget
Gotta take a stand better call a Jo
Rolling up ganja and blowing smoke
Adaptation my eyes closed
Wondering why my eyes low
Riding around and I drive slow in a impala getting my mind blown

Please don't fuck up the flow
Please don't fuck up the flow
Please don't fuck up the flow
Please don't fuck up the flow whoa