Petersburg High - Onative

You got me high off a pill

Now you got me thinking I will die if I will take another hit what are we doing?

This ain’t right but feels so raw

All of my friends and all of their friends are knocking on the door

But we

But we are off the top

Fuck me fuck me

It’s freezing hot

I ain’t better on my own, better on my own nah

This will be your home, this will be your home now

(Bridge)

You might be the one I need

Even if I didn’t believe

Love is real, cause it weak right before you baby now

I’m hearing all these symphonies

Choking up my misery

Why does this feel bittersweet?

Tell me we won’t die

(Hook)

Damn your eyes look so pretty when you’re buzzed on the floor

And you know the whole city’s getting high on the low

Don’t you trip if you start hearing all the knocks on the door

Cause you know the whole Petersburg is high on the low

Petersburg high

Petersburg high

6 hours passed and I still feel like I’m the king

Your mouth is dry, I felt it when I licked your lips

Just stay right here and I’ll be back with stolen drinks

As long as you promise me there’s more to sniff

But we

But we, we never learn

Fuck me fuck me

I’m not concerned

I ain’t better on my own, better on my own nah

This will be your home, this will be your home now

(Bridge)

You might be the one I need

Even if I didn’t believe

Love is real, cause it weak right before you baby now

I’m hearing all these symphonies

Choking up my misery

Why does this feel bittersweet?

Tell me we won’t die

(Hook) x2

Damn your eyes look so pretty when you’re buzzed on the floor

And you know the whole city’s getting high on the low

Don’t you trip if you start hearing all the knocks on the door

Cause you know the whole Petersburg is high on the low

(Outro)

Do me a favor, don’t talk

My conscious is turned off

I might flip, I might cause the shit that makes you feel lost

You shouldn’t fuck with a man who traded himself for grams

Who’s sabotaged his own plans

Get away get away

Nobody told me it’d feel like this

No one said soda would taste like piss

Every voice like a serpent’s hiss

Clock that is ticking reloads like clips

Songs sound like sirens

Even when it’s quiet there’s no silence

Cause hobo in me turns fucking wild and he knows the place where I’m hiding