High - Tory Lanez

Staring, looking at you from a long way

Passing me no ceilings, keep going

Classes in session, but we in the hallway

Skip this class, lets get gone

I’m rolling this blunt, off baby

But touching your body feels like I’m high

Keep rolling that weed, baby

But touching your body feels like I’m high

And I ain’t giving this shit to nobody

This feelings it feels electrifiying

I can feel it baby, would you let me ride

Feel it baby, you on my mind

I’m rolling this blunt, off baby

But touching your body feels like I’m high

Keep rolling that weed, baby

But touching your body feels like I’m high

Take my mind, take my time

I been off these streets, all day and night

Now its time I get back to you

And it’s as

I’m rolling this blunt, off baby

But touching your body feels like I’m high

Keep rolling that weed, baby

But touching your body feels like I’m high

Yo what’s up bro

Yo, Fargo

What’s the deal

I need you to pull up to the set ASAP

Shit nigga I’m wit my shawty right now, you can’t call me back?

Uh, yeah

Nah, that’s gone have to wait.

You remember that house we hit up on the east

side?

Yeah Chino’s crib, what about it

Yeah, well niggas came to the block and shot the lil homie up.

So we need you

to pull up to the set, right now

Look bro, niggas wasn’t trying get nobody get hurt out in this motherfucka.

We went to the house dog, we hit the house the shit ain’t go right my nigga.

I got out of it one time, I told ya’ll niggas I’m tryin' do this music shit.

Why the fuck am I gon bring myself back into this shit?

Music?

Nigga fuck music.

Look nigga, you either pull up to the block,

come see us, or we gon come see you.

You choose

Nah you’re not going no where.

You’re not, like you’re not

Man, I gotta go