i die friends die everyone dies look up into the sky and wonder why why do i survive just to die just why yh just why that’s why i get high no lie why do we love just to cry i don’t know why i try
High Five up High High Five up High Down Low to slow All we do is smoking blow Got a farm and I grow They killed Pablo Now I ain’t got no life 21 savage in the back with knife
Intro} Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh Yeah, I found my closure, lost my composure High 'til it's over, ain't over 'til it's over {Chorus} Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) Dawg these bitches (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) And don't forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh) See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh) See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh) {Verse 1} The world's gettin' colder, friends die young Don't believe in older, they all die young My heartbeat is slower, codeine sipper No, I'm not a poser, I'm a power tripper Yeah, I got so high that I ain't never come back Yeah, I ran the train to get her on the right track, yeah That's your bitch? Nigga, how do you like that? Don't worry 'bout it, we'll send her right back {Pre-Chorus} (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah, woah, woah, just got that colder The world on my shoulders I'll keep my composure Just to find some closure {Chorus} Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) Dawg these bitches (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) And don't forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh) See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh) See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh) {Verse 2} Yeah, this gon' be a hard pill to swallow But you may not live to see tomorrow So don't just sit here in your sorrows Look for some happiness, here, you could borrow some And here goes some Codeine, it cost a car note Don't sip it and drive, you'll crash the Murciélago Then you may die before sunrise That mean you ain't live to see tomorrow, I said so {Pre-Chorus} (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah, woah, woah, just got that colder The world on my shoulders I'll keep my composure Just to find some closure {Chorus} Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) Dawg these bitches (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah) And don't forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh) See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn) Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh) See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh)
the little rhythm in the music is so relaxing
verse 2 is my fav part of this whole song juice was speaking facts
Same here
Legend its finish
i die
friends die
everyone dies
look up into the sky
and wonder why
why do i survive
just to die
just why yh just why
that’s why i get high
no lie
why do we love just to cry
i don’t know why i try
High Five up High
High Five up High
Down Low to slow
All we do is smoking blow
Got a farm and I grow
They killed Pablo
Now I ain’t got no life
21 savage in the back with knife
Intro}
Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Yeah, I found my closure, lost my composure
High 'til it's over, ain't over 'til it's over
{Chorus}
Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
Dawg these bitches (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
And don't forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah)
Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh)
See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn)
Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh)
See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh)
{Verse 1}
The world's gettin' colder, friends die young
Don't believe in older, they all die young
My heartbeat is slower, codeine sipper
No, I'm not a poser, I'm a power tripper
Yeah, I got so high that I ain't never come back
Yeah, I ran the train to get her on the right track, yeah
That's your bitch? Nigga, how do you like that?
Don't worry 'bout it, we'll send her right back
{Pre-Chorus}
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, just got that colder
The world on my shoulders
I'll keep my composure
Just to find some closure
{Chorus}
Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
Dawg these bitches (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
And don't forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah)
Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh)
See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn)
Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh)
See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh)
{Verse 2}
Yeah, this gon' be a hard pill to swallow
But you may not live to see tomorrow
So don't just sit here in your sorrows
Look for some happiness, here, you could borrow some
And here goes some Codeine, it cost a car note
Don't sip it and drive, you'll crash the Murciélago
Then you may die before sunrise
That mean you ain't live to see tomorrow, I said so
{Pre-Chorus}
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, just got that colder
The world on my shoulders
I'll keep my composure
Just to find some closure
{Chorus}
Count the winnings (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
Get to the millions (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
Dawg these bitches (Huh, yeah), fuck up out your feelings (Yeah)
And don't forget to get high (Huh), live life with no ceilings (Yeah)
Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Uh, huh)
See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Damn)
Getting high to get by, watch my friends die (Huh)
See 'em in the distance (Damn), you gotta be kidding (Uh)
*Fuck about your feelings
Sad beat God Bless
yo was this made in fl studio?
yep
Still come back to this to mediate
Count your winnings fuck up out your feeling
AYE TURN THE MUSIC UP FOR ME CHRIS
Hi bro can you please put the download of the drums that u used?
flp download in desc
@@breezyybeats yeah sorry
Drop an flp ❗️
bett
Flp my guy🙏😭
bet i’ll put it in the description
@@breezyybeats thank you
it says mlaware bytes bro tryina steal
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