Chasing Ur High


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(Desire)
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Woah
Oh, oh
Yeah-yeah
Woah-oh-oh

You made me feel right, baby, stay for the night
Understand that you got a flight, understand that you'll be mine
Love feeling like a drug, 'cause it get me through the night
Always chasing the high, see that shit up in my eyes

Making this shit be so hard, sit yo' ass down and let's talk
Tell me in my phone, what you saw
We throwing money at these broads
Seen a bitch up in my car
Now you abusing alcohol
You feel that shit up in your heart
That's what I felt when you did it to me
It's weighing on your heart heavy
And I know that you feel you can't breathe
All these bitches wanna sex me
And I know you a freak for me
Just know that I'll be the nigga that you wanted me to be
When I get down on my knee, and say, "You will marry me"
(Just know that I'll be the nigga that you wanted me to be)
(When I get down on one knee and ask you to marry me)
(Oh, , get down on one knee)
(When I get down on one knee and ask you to marry me)

You made me feel right, baby, stay for the night
Understand that you got a flight, understand that you'll be mine
Love feeling like a drug, 'cause it get me through the night
Always chasing the high, see that shit up in my eyes (Hm, hm, ayy)

I'm on my last high
Dope sick in this bitch, stomach feeling sick, I'm tryna get right (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, he a lame nigga, get him outta my sight
VVS diamonds in my mouth, they gon' hit right
You ain't gotta stress, baby girl, I swear to God we gon' get right
Hidden in the hills, bursting down the chills, I ain't got my pills
Run through all this money and I swear to god, I ain't never sign a deal, yeah
Niggas acting funny hit 'em with that drummy all in his tummy (Woah)
Really having money, really fuck around and send a crash dummy
Yeah, yeah, got in my bag (Bag)
Yeah, all these niggas mad (All these niggas mad), get off my sack (Get off my sack)
Yeah, and nigga you better go run up a sack (You better go round up a sack)
Yeah, yeah, huh, better be totin' you a mag' when I catch you lil' nigga

Oh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh