Lyrics High Beams - FTBK

I can't remember the last time
She hit my phone for the weed
I'm home for the week
I'm hoping to roll wit a moment of ease
I'm hoping to flow like a smoke in the breeze
When I'm right in my zone, nigga
Don't fuck up my high, high, high, high
Stay by my lonely
I ride so low, with the high beams on me

I can't remember the last time
She hit my phone for the weed
I'm home for the week
I'm hoping to roll wit a moment of ease
I'm hoping to flow like a smoke in the breeze
When I'm right in my zone, nigga
Don't fuck up my high, high, high, high
Stay by my lonely
I ride so low, with the high beams on me

Speak for the trees when I chop that beat
Gotta hold my tongue when they press they teeth
Man, I hate that
Got me yelling out, "God, where the faith at?"
Gotta feed all ya'll, where the placemats?
And I'm runnin' on E, but the foot on gas
I don't know where the Goddamn break at
Pop's bringing out the belt, like oh shit
Now I'm crying in my room with a clutched fist
And I miss my friends, but I never hit the gram
Now I'm bringing up the heat, so I need a couple fans
Like only ones I got, I do 'em wrong
I might lie and say I'm doing right
Try my best to give you what you want
Dirty palms could make for better nights
If you want them, better pay the price (Pay the price, nigga)

I can't remember the last time
She hit my phone for the weed
I'm home for the week
I'm hoping to roll wit a moment of ease
I'm hoping to flow like a smoke in the breeze
When I'm right in my zone, nigga
Don't fuck up my high, high, high, high
Stay by my lonely
I ride so low, with the high beams on me

That Motorola stolen
My motor run on potent
You caught up in my headlights
There you are Sunday strollin'
That whip brand new
But you fall for the same old tricks that the man tell you
Like Sandman can I sleep?
I roll for cash, I play for keeps
Hop on the Dell and I cook a beat
Life's such a bitch, but her pussy sweet
I can't complain, cause I slay the weak
Every day I'm counting hours til the minute I eat
And all my homies got the power
Gotta pick up the speed
It's like I'm living a dream, I think I'm seeing a theme
Cause all these red lights tryna stop me roaming the street
But I be rollin' too clean, I get to turnin' them green, oh yeah

I can't remember the last time
She hit my phone for the weed
I'm home for the week
I'm hoping to roll wit a moment of ease
I'm hoping to flow like a smoke in the breeze
When I'm right in my zone, nigga
Don't fuck up my high, high, high, high
Stay by my lonely
I ride so low, with the high beams on me

I can't remember the last time
She hit my phone for the weed
I'm home for the week
I'm hoping to roll wit a moment of ease
I'm hoping to flow like a smoke in the breeze
When I'm right in my zone, nigga
Don't fuck up my high, high, high, high
Stay by my lonely
I ride so low, with the high beams on me