John Jones - Higher lyrics

Hook He falls in the darkness Of the streets And the weed And his life's incomplete He falls in the darkness In the people In the bottles It's a sequel No one follows Verse 1 Why you feast on the weak Got paid for some weeks You could take the check My thoughts so deep As this bottle leaks Bible in the No need for a priest Like music Download me With that zip I burn this then I rip My emotions f** a pool I drown in oceans Depressed While I'm sinking Im a Vanity slave Can you Free me Lincoln From the whips and chains What was I thinking Hooked from the jump I've really been feinding Wats really the meaning Come and show me bae PRAY We've been living wrong Can we Make itbright Make a left there's a light Make it shine so bright July 4 on a June night Gallons of alcohol And pounds of weed So I can dig a whole so deep For my conscience to bleed Shirts displaying rip Take the smell of weed Pores stay open of alcohol I reek Big homie said come sell this thang Gotta piece of the pie The American dream And although your k**ing me Your loves is unique Won't let you go My strength when Im weak You keep it 100 It's all the proof Nothing else to prove Hook Verse 2 It's swisher sweets And codeine Trying to get this paper like loose leaf Devils nectar Got me wishing d**h on enemy's Taking a Molly You Could die off hype Like Williams Can't direct my feelings While I'm higher than building Im feeling low as graves Suicidal thoughts but my pen is the healing Yeah we chasing a million But the devil within it The nectar up in me Life a b the way it stings While some people fighting poverty Fiends Scratch the itch like lottery Losing all your Jackson's Like Janet bet she scream You see visions of a king Martin Luther but No dream Now it's detailed Shakes and hand gestures While the land is measured Verse 3 Your candidates are targets A kid with a heart with the heartless Teach him how to use his heart less Even sell some weed to his Auntie In the Hood he's making progress Won't stop till he's cuffed And talks to Miranda No stopping him He's a f**ing beast in the land of the lawless Made him sip Now he's a alcoholic Blunts stay in rotation Bent like the matrix Take a look HE made it By selling h**n To the lady who use to watch HIM as a baby d**h he's facing With hell waiting In big a**es And pretty faces And green paper With old faces Then he's a**a**inated We just get high can't face it Get our weed and lace it You know the basics Of sealing your emotions No sense in mopping Use the magic potions Pop a Xanax Leave You in a coma Maybe when You wake The funerals over But I pray my soul to keep To any God their may be I hope they watch the weak Closed mind but yo eyes open n***a what you see Bridge x2 I really hate But man I really love you Hook Smoke weed Sip lean Get high with your homes Verse Cause I need you And I want too But I can't let you go Cause your always in my corner When I need you for shore And these voices keep screaming You should go buy some more In this bottle I can drown all of my sorrows And this blunt Burns all the bad memories And it feels good but I hate it but it's all part of me Blackheart