High Beams
作词 : Harley Streten/Justin Elwin/Tyron Frampton
作曲 : Harley Streten/Justin Elwin/Tyron Frampton
We'll lift when I flip the clutch
Days when I wasted a lot
Some days I was waste like plums
That ain't been ate for months
Months in this place of glum
Food that I ate hit my tum
Can't settle fairytale skin pebbles, raised in slum
Somehow I gotta make me some, I ain't tryna stay at mum's
Mum said don't play with guns, banging and playing on drums
Slanging it under no thumb, make me draw from my fund
Putting on pie and eating in crumbs
Get rich, then you die, don't mean that much
Could be anyone that wouldn't be me
Believing everyone except for me
All I need is TLC, block it out with THC
You would know if you seen what I seen
Ain't smooth like Maybelline
Count me out like one, two, three
Poof, I'm gone, say my move was strong
Bite it between my teeth
Said I'm moving along, do you know where I've been?
Back and forth to Timbuktu, still,
I come through like Mr. Sheen
Dealing with Charlie Sheens, sad times, can you play the strings?
No cut, no seam, looks could kill and I've got high beams
Out of touch, off my line
They got laws but I can't comply
Out of luck, must be blind
Been blessed so much 'til I question my existence
Without a pot to piss in, distant
Travel distance, I am Mr. Kiddlin
Can't contain my position
No optimism, say I'm optimistic
Narcissistic, hard to sit with
Middle part and split the difference
Me, treat me to exorcism
Bad decision, pessimistic
Conflict about fit description
Misunderstanding don't know what I'm planning
Paint a different picture
Need a safe line and life in the caption
Why you live for Insta?
High BeamsLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Harley Streten/Justin Elwin/Tyron Frampton
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Harley Streten/Justin Elwin/Tyron Frampton
[00:14.00]We'll lift when I flip the clutch
[00:15.84]Days when I wasted a lot
[00:17.57]Some days I was waste like plums
[00:19.41]That ain't been ate for months
[00:21.34]Months in this place of glum
[00:23.12]Food that I ate hit my tum
[00:25.00]Can't settle fairytale skin pebbles, raised in slum
[00:28.72]Somehow I gotta make me some, I ain't tryna stay at mum's
[00:32.28]Mum said don't play with guns, banging and playing on drums
[00:36.09]Slanging it under no thumb, make me draw from my fund
[00:39.82]Putting on pie and eating in crumbs
[00:41.56]Get rich, then you die, don't mean that much
[00:43.72]
[00:59.34]Could be anyone that wouldn't be me
[01:00.83]Believing everyone except for me
[01:02.52]All I need is TLC, block it out with THC
[01:06.28]You would know if you seen what I seen
[01:08.18]Ain't smooth like Maybelline
[01:10.09]Count me out like one, two, three
[01:11.79]Poof, I'm gone, say my move was strong
[01:13.73]Bite it between my teeth
[01:15.62]Said I'm moving along, do you know where I've been?
[01:17.45]Back and forth to Timbuktu, still,
[01:19.53]I come through like Mr. Sheen
[01:21.09]Dealing with Charlie Sheens, sad times, can you play the strings?
[01:24.96]No cut, no seam, looks could kill and I've got high beams
[01:28.75]
[01:57.91]Out of touch, off my line
[01:59.89]They got laws but I can't comply
[02:01.67]Out of luck, must be blind
[02:03.45]Been blessed so much 'til I question my existence
[02:06.09]Without a pot to piss in, distant
[02:07.68]Travel distance, I am Mr. Kiddlin
[02:09.86]Can't contain my position
[02:11.43]No optimism, say I'm optimistic
[02:13.12]Narcissistic, hard to sit with
[02:14.63]Middle part and split the difference
[02:16.15]Me, treat me to exorcism
[02:17.15]Bad decision, pessimistic
[02:18.54]Conflict about fit description
[02:20.09]Misunderstanding don't know what I'm planning
[02:21.82]Paint a different picture
[02:23.91]Need a safe line and life in the caption
[02:26.10]Why you live for Insta?
[02:28.37]
