Mellowhigh

Mellowhigh - Mellowhigh lyrics

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[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

Sippin' beer and whiskey getting frisky, hopscotch

Words mistaken, this place escapin' my tongue like pop rocks

Went to a bar alone, in my lap the glock's cocked

Looking for a hot bop with a boyfriend that cock blocks

No service in this bitch, good thing I'm near a hot spot

Time is money, clocks flock, like a cherry, I'm on top

You askin' me rhetoricals, knowing where all my morals go

A stampede, bitch, you plant the seed, let the florals grow

She give me oral throat, good behavior, being cordial

Time is money, hun, its 20s, back into my portal

Other words disturb and hurt me absurdly but I'm immortal

Thuggish, ruggish, smoke blunts 'til sluggish, I'm fuckin' durable

Adorable, the way these samples flip, thanks to Fishy, man

He don't give us spam, we the kitchen clan

River sand, in my bibs, I'm itchy man, finna' hit Amoeba

And spent sixty on Lionel Richie

We all gon' die, I might just bring my baby mama with me
[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]

See, pussy nigga, what's your life like?

'Cause mine's hype, eyes fixed on the limelight

Should've signed twice, wrecked five mics (bitch)

Finna eat like an orgy, single-file dykes

Weed flight, puffin', have to ask God if I'm alive, right?

A live wire, spit a virus out like Limewire


Break it down so I can climb higher

In his prime, watch him supply fire

Get a grip, I'm going nuts like Money Mike, supply pliers

Ridin' high up in the Pied Piper

Nigga, look at how I'm pissin' on 'em

Mac throw the alley, I Blake Griffin on 'em

Wolf Gang, dysfunctional family, I Eddie Griffin on 'em

Hot heads, moving shit, even got Diddy on 'em

Bitch, I'm a monster

Beat it, never leak it, my seed, I skeet in the Contra

Upset 'cause I bet I wouldn't play a decent father

They'll never be a another me, bring seats to my imposters

So haters back that ass up like Juvenile

Get out... 'bout to do this shit Rasputin style

Niggas didn't trip, gave room and I'm a nuisance now

What's beef? I'll bring a meat cleaver to you stupid cows

Hot headed, need some heat-seakers to shoot him down

Inglewood nigga, just a product of what he grew around

It's young me, Dom's gettin' what he fuckin' needs

Forever blessed, like bad allergies, you just a fuckin' sneeze

My dreams floated in the wind and grabbed some fuckin' breeze

The crap I spit disgusting, so these ratchets on they fuckin' knees

You niggas save the bullshit, I'm a matador

I'm gettin' swiss cheese overseas by the Matterhorn 


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