High

Kill instinct I can’t 

Relax heads on the slab

But I can’t react and with

Constant contact the line

Is drawn I guess I let it 

Go on too long four 

More blocks till I get 

Back home backseat of

The car in the city’s hum

And a teenage beast 

Smokes behind the wheel 

Nobody knows just how I 

Feel. I don’t get high I 

Can’t unwind. It’s all my 

Fault when I hit the slab 

I’m line to snort and a 

Drag to pass when you 

Roll up the ad we will make 

It fair I want everyone 

Out of my hair

Chorus 

 

 

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