we got every ting you need
please understand that this is the real ting
whiskey trickle down the suede
close my tab and hit your place
stumble through the swivel gates
dap your doorman on the way
forty stories up in space
forty stories up in space
but i'm fiending for your energy
snap out it when i'm sober
but them lovely days is over
sliding through your marble floors
but its all the same thing
ask me why i'm always high
roll up 'fore i answer why
you say that it's time i go
flying forty stories down below
but i'm fiending for your energy
snap out it when i'm sober
but them lovely days is over
tell the sun to get dim lit
crave the high when it blows
missing out on shit and you can't stand it
living life in a flashback
miss the highs and the lows
only check the weather when your hair did
and its all the same thing
barricaded in your palisades
running out of time so you should know
copped this one way out to mexico
cause you compress my soul and call it love