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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Disclosure
Disclosure
Performer
slowthai
slowthai
Vocals
Guy Lawrence
Guy Lawrence
Programming
Howard Lawrence
Howard Lawrence
Programming
Aminé
Aminé
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
slowthai
slowthai
Composer
Guy Lawrence
Guy Lawrence
Composer
Howard Lawrence
Howard Lawrence
Composer
Adam Daniel
Adam Daniel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guy Lawrence
Guy Lawrence
Producer
Howard Lawrence
Howard Lawrence
Producer
Ira Grylack
Ira Grylack
Recording Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You was there, standing all night
Your heartbeat matchin' with the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You want a baller, so you bother me in spite
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my
[Verse 2]
Every day, I mean it, goin' boss, so you know I make the hoes say, "Hey"
Fuckin' **** up until the beat can't play
Shorty wanna fuck untill she get saved
Club promoters wanna act like they know me
Club promoters wanna be my homie
Bad news, ****, you ain't really the homie
Bad news, ****, you ain't really the homie
Bitch, I'll leave you by your lonely
L-I-E, and then you're back on your lonely
Fuck with me and now you always horny
Fuck with him and now you want more money
Corny **** get no love
Corny bitches get no love
Thinks I'm wrong, maybe it's them drugs
Psych, it's you, when we sneak into the club like
[Verse 3]
You was there, standing all night
Your heartbeat matchin' with the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You want a baller, so you bother me in spite
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my
[Verse 4]
Don't fuck up my high
Please don't fuck up my high
Please don't fuck up my high
You do like, the minimum, the minimum
The minimum, the minimum, the minimum
[Verse 5]
Are you mad? Must be out of your mind
You look so sad, have a spliff, get high
She back, yeah, she rackin' up ten lines
Come and take a walk on the wild side
And I beg nobody fuckin' up my vibe
Ain't nobody take the bump out my stride
And a man don't dance, got too much pride
When we raise our glass, he got glass in his eye
Eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
Don't fuck up my high
[Verse 6]
High as hell with your wildest sort
Drips all lookin' like a mademoiselle
She's pretty in pink, can I tickle you pink?
Like can I have a lick of your caramel?
Tell your boyfriend gonna be home late
Spend your money like a tax rebate
[Verse 7]
You was there, standing all night
Your heartbeat matchin' with the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You want a baller, so you bother me in spite
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my
[Verse 8]
Don't bring me down
Bring me down, down
Don't bring me down
Bring me down, down
I said, don't bring me down
Bring me down, down, down, down, down, down
(Comin' down) Don't bring me down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
[Verse 9]
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down, don't bring me
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down, now you got me down
You got me down, down, oh, yeah, you got me down
You got me down, down
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down
[Verse 10]
Don't bring me down (Don't fuck it up)
Don't bring me down, down, down, down (Don't fuck it up)
Don't bring me down, down, down
[Verse 11]
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my
[Verse 12]
Ah, don't fuck it up
I got energy, energy
Energy, energy
Bitch, I got energy, energy
Written by: Guy Lawrence, Howard Lawrence, Adam Daniel, Tyron Kaymone Frampton
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