High Beams - Magic City Hippies, Nafets

These high beams

Got you floating around on a cloud

Thirty-three degrees

Can you move yourself with the weather

Come down

Kill the vibe when she mad at me

When I’m gone, kill her vibrator battery

Make a five-figure salary

Getting high, cutting calories

They said I’m about to fall out the limelight

But I’m in my prime right now

Honey get the cream, don’t need no cow

Finally got the green up in my account

Said ain’t nobody do it like this

Not a psychic, know how you like it

Give the mic tonight Ima' ignite it

Give it to Mike, he likes it, supersize it

When in my crib, closed eyelids

Feeling ill, couple pills, Ima' try it

We be vibin'

Full season, no pilot

Since Hippo sang violet

What don’t you know, my girl

That I can’t teach you baby

But you do what you want, baby

What don’t you know, my girl

That I can’t teach you baby

But you do what you want, baby

What don’t you know

These high beams

Got you floating around on a cloud

Thirty-three degrees

Can you move yourself with the weather

Come down

No you’re never slowing down, baby

No you’re never slowing down, baby

No you’re never slowing down, baby

No you’re never slowing down, baby