TP Fuego - High For Hours lyrics

Verse 1: Dear Mr President I wrote this, verse for you I hope somehow you get play this sh** and hear my view I was chillin', sippin' texting all these girls up in my phone Until my n***a hit my phone like... Where you at dawg? I got some sh** i wanna share with you Hurry up dawg I pull through, he rolls one, we started talking 'bout you Like, does this n***a even care about us Cos if you black and you lack the cheese You can't lurk in the burbs 'less you cut the green Or your mama in the scene cleaning up their cribs How you got the system setup Be f**in up my n***as When you tryna get your bread up They come and clip your wings They telling us we need education So we wake up in the morning And we oucthea paper chasing And i ain't talking 'bout the cheddar I'm talkin 'bout diploma, they say that paper better They tell you that you better off with a paycheck Push that 9 to 5 'til you old with your gray hair First you start at the bottom theen you will get there While them white boys Man them b**hes living life! But f** that cos i know we gon bounce back My nighas in the ville with their faith on thread All their dreams getting crashed So they lean on the gat and they rob a nigha fast like gimme your whip! Gimme your sh** If i didn't rap, I'd be banging up clips Yeah, cos what's the worst that could happen 25 to life? Man that sh** is a blessing Cos you ain't gotta worry 'bout your next meal, or a crib, or the cream or your gear All you gotta do is clique up! (And i ain't saying this sh** with no disrespect though) (Chorus) This the typa sh** that makes me wanna let go To all my nighas in the ville we gotta stay strong Come together roll a joint Let us chill then grind mode If you hear me curse me a lot Well....lemme see Profanity is the only way i keep my sanity I need my energy but i can never get it cos i hardly sleep, i hardly eat, i hardly ever get to focus on my sh** Verse 2: Second verse? Yeah... I need bread, dead president I need stacks, dead president I need more money than i could ima-gine... sh**, look... I could rap about this And I could rap about that Well I could rap about chicks But I'm so deep in debt That these chicks don't even look back and that hurts So I am writing this verse with hopes that you'll hear it I told my momma wait on me, please Don't you desert me I wanna buy whatever you want cos you deserve it But sh**, life is a b**h and i ain't f**in The motherf**en system ain't set-up to see me busting While your motherf**en friends in cabin' are outchea ballin' They f**in up my tax money With my dream honeys While I'm beggin on the man Not to cut me off the payroll Thinking to myself I need more than what I'm paid now So i Grab the mic and speak my thoughts I'm in my zone The beat goes on I roll a joint And loose myself In my thoughts Oh my god Not these suicidal thoughts again I'm high again Imma need some Heineken All i ever wanted was a whip and crib A wife and kids, a car for the trips we take And enough money just to buy the sh** we need But that dream, is becoming obsolete I'm on a leash, I can never reach my peaks But f** that! The hunger is got me going beast I feast on beats, my pen juh glides, so imma get that... (Yoooow, did you hear what i said?) I said all i ever wanted was a whip and crib A wife and kids, a car for the trips we take And enough money just to buy the sh** we need But that dream, is becoming obsolete I'm on a leash, I can never reach my peaks But f** that! The hunger is got me going beast I feast on beats, my pen juh glides, so imma get that... (Chorus) This the typa sh** that makes me wanna let go To all my nighas in the ville we gotta stay strong Come together roll a joint Let us chill then grind mode If you hear me curse me a lot Well....lemme see Profanity is the only way i keep my sanity I need my energy but i can never get it cos i hardly sleep, i hardly eat, i hardly ever get to focus on my sh**