get em high
Singer:kanye west
i'm trying to catch the beat
i'm trying to catch the beat
i'm trying to catch the beat
i'm trying to catch the beat
throw your motherfucking hands
all the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man
now i ain't never tell you to put down your hands
and if your losing your high then* smoke again
is in the pocket like wallets
i got the bounce like hydraulics
i got the swerve like alcoholics
my freshman year i was going through hella problems
'til i built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college
my teacher said i'm a loser
i told her why don't you kill me
i give a fuck if you fail me
i'm gonna follow my heart
and if you follow the charts
or the plaques or the stacks
you ain't gotta guess who's back
you see i'm so chi that you thought it was bashful
but this bastard's flow will bash a skull
and i will cut your girl like pastor troy
and i don't usually smoke but pass the 'dro
and i won't give you that money that you asking for
why you think me and dame cool? we're assholes!
that's why we hear your music in fast forward
'cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more
now who the hell is this?
telling me that she 36-26
you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubbly
at nyu but she hail from kansas
right now she just lampin
sent me a picture with her feeling on candice
who said her favorite rapper was the late great francis
your screen saver say tweet
and bring a friend for my friend
she's gonna think that i'm lying
just spit a couple of lines
then maybe i'll be able to give her dick all the time
i can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes
i need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out
and my rhymes is finna blow you trying to blow backs out
i'll assist with the charm
ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your mom?
but she got the boujee behavior
always got something to say like an ok player hater
i don't usually fuck with the internet
or chicks on birth control stuck to they arm like nicorette
you really fucking that much
you trying to get off cigarettes
she ain't met a real nigga yet
i apologize if i come off a little inconsiderate
i got the bubble kush and a sister could get a hit of it
or the moon or room filled with smoke
you all assumed i was doomed
but i still feel the notes
real rappers is hard to find like a remote control
rap is not a used to but still got love
that's why i abuse you who are not thugs
it's like tiger woods in the hood
to have my own reality show
you's a bitch i got ones that are thicker than you
how could i ever let your words affect me
mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these
that's why the raw don't know your name
nobody got to copping her
it's clear your image is snooped up
man you a dick with a loose nut
video hard to watch like medusa
even your club record need a booster
red across your head imma bred king like simba
i ain't a madd rapper just a mc with a temper
you dancing for money like honey
so when the industry crash
spitting through wires and fires
get them motherfuckers higher then