You Don’t Get Me High Anymore (A-Trak Remix)

I don't like staying at home

When the moon is bleeding red

Woke up stoned in the backseat

From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head

Cut it up, cut it up, yeah

Everybody's on something here

My godsend chemical best friend

Skeleton whispering in my ear

Walk with me to the end

Stare with me into the abyss

Do you feel like letting go?

I wonder how far down it is

High anymore

You don’t get me high anymore

High anymore

You don’t get me high anymore

High anymore

You don’t get me high anymore

High anymore

You don’t get me high anymore

I’m from where homes get corrupt

And we prone to destruction

Coming from the murder cap

And gone out of discussion

Middle of the summer but it snows in abundance

Wayne told me hustle on a mountain or a tundra

Hustle out my momma’s house

Busting out the function

Hustle out my locker of the school that I was flunking

Money is the root of every topic of discussion

If it doesn’t kill me then I must be killing something

My homies can’t function without something

B***h I’m from the jungle, the lion’s humongous

Pull up on the side of your ride, get to bucking

And I look him in his eyes, tell him lie to the judges

I ride for my niggas

We’d die for each other

C*****e dreams, everybody slumber

Everybody high, but still everybody under

It’s the future of this shit, reporting live from the gutter

Walk with me to the end

Stare with me into the abyss

Do you feel like letting go?

I wonder how far down it is

High anymore

You don’t get me high anymore

High anymore

You don’t get me high anymore

High anymore

You don’t get me high anymore

High anymore

You don’t get me high anymore

You don't get me high anymore

You don't get me high anymore

Now it's takes four

You don't get me high anymore

You don't get me high anymore

You don't get me high anymore