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[Verse 1]
Whatever, don't come down
Damien Stylez, yeah
[Verse 2]
There's something 'bout the high life
It's how me wake up in the morning
Twist and turn in my sleep, yeah
Not awake until me burning
Fly so high that me gonna reach a bird, yeah
Smoke one for me, love it
Take your mind to a better place
With the peace, not the war and violence
Livin' in a town where the motherfucking ground shake
Yeah, talkin' 'bout the pound cake
Not a crumb for my family
When you struggle in the ghetto
Dyin' slow is the poor people's enemy
It's the poor people's enemy
Poor, pour-pour people's enemy
Dyin'-dyin'-dyin' slow is a felony
Lock me up and on a chain if you no friend of me
Taken by the rich, green roll everything
President no fix ya, he no give you any ting
Pop on the the wrist, yeah
Havin' him a run away
Wouldn't wanna waste ya
Always another day
Smoke up a spliff, yeah
He never hesitate
Put it in a Rizla
Green like the Everglades
So let me smoke a heavyweight
Forget all the pain and the suffering
[Verse 3]
This is how I cope
Choppin' when me broke
Sit and watch the smoke rise
Now wonder they call me dope
This seed, a plant will grow
No help from no 5-0
You can tell by the red in my eyes
This is the high life
[Verse 4]
Ay, yeah, something 'bout the high life
Man, something 'bout the high life
Yeah, something 'bout the high life
Grab-a the weed and we me makes ya body rock
Yeah, something 'bout the high life
Man, something 'bout the high life
Said there's something 'bout the high life
Grab-a the weed and we me makes ya body rock
[Verse 5]
Ooh (Oh, ooh)
(Ooh)
[Verse 6]
Hold me up, yeah, it's up in me hand
Show the damn world what happiness is
Come in before mother twists
In that, the paper, to the right for a hit
To you, nothing ever come to a choice
This fate was decided but half have no voice
This could have been avoided, the children will see
The future we left them is looking so bleak
Oh, yeah, this is what we left, this is to exist
This is when we know what we did
No time for my enemy
To stop how we live
[Verse 7]
This is how I cope
Choppin' when me broke
Sit and watch the smoke rise
Now wonder they call me dope
This seed, a plant will grow
No help from no 5-0
You can tell by the red in my eyes
This is the high life
Ay, yeah, something 'bout the high life
Man, something 'bout the high life
There's something 'bout the high life
Grab-a the weed and we me makes ya body rock
There's something 'bout the high life
Man, something 'bout the high life
Said there's something 'bout the high life
Grab-a the weed and we me makes ya body rock
Damien Stylez, so now you know that
Ooh
Ooh
Written by: Matthew Latiff, STARKEY DAMIEN JOEL, STEWART BRAD MICHAEL
