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Dead Obies
High
[Verse 1: Joe Rocca]
Y’en a ils m’disent: “surtout change pas”, comme si j’étais fait en cire
Ils voudraient que j’reste le mĂȘme, ils voudraient qu’j’arrĂȘte de grandir
Mais si y’a plus d’amour, chĂ©rie, Ă  quoi ça sert de se mentir
Donc tu m’as laissĂ© m’enfuir, mais y’a pas d’stress, on s’en tire
Pas question d’broyer du noir du matin au soir, ça, s’en va nulle part
J’ai fait de l’or avec les moyens du bord
Y’en a ils jugent, ils connaissent à peine le quart
J’vois les jaloux, j’vois les regards
J’arrive d’un voyage dans l’espace
Fuck is wrong with you, I ain’t got nothing to prove
J’ai fait exactement c’qui fallait pour ĂȘtre lĂ  oĂč j’me trouve
J’ai appris à m’tenir debout
Avec ma mùre qui passe d’un job à l’autre pour joindre les deux bouts
Toi t’étais oĂč?
T’étais pas lĂ  quand j’criais Ă  l’aide, pas lĂ  Ă  ma fĂȘte
Ils veulent peut-ĂȘtre mon succĂšs, ils veulent pas ma life
Les spotlights brĂ»lent, ça m’rend high
Sorry baby, faut qu’j’m’en aille

[Chorus]
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High, high, high, high, high, high, high
High, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
High, high, high, high, high, high, high

[Verse 2: 20SOME]
Une couple de milliers qui m’attendent, man, I can fuck with that
Heavy smoke par le sliding door de la fourgonnette
Les vitres sont teintĂ©es pour qu’y ait plus personne qui nous reconnaisse
Quitte le murder scene, leave ‘em all in a bloody mess
T’as pas la mainmise, nobody comin’ to save us
Hangin’ around with the homies, doubling up what they gave us
Lookin’ around je l’ai ben vu, c’est comme
Tout le monde veut ĂȘtre famous, but I don’t
Parle-moi d’un temps pour ĂȘtre aimĂ©
Nobody peut test
All you need’s love and you’re high
Parle-moi d’un moyen modeste, girl
Cause it ain’t where you come from, it’s ’bout oĂč est-ce tu t’en vas
Pis la seule chose que je cherchais était right there tout ce temps-là
What have I done?
J’étais

[Chorus]
High, high, high, high, high
High, high, high, high, high, high, high
[Verse 3: Ogee Rodman]
One more time, one more time, we gon do it all again
West side, South side, New Homa representin'
(Where they at?) Where they at? We the gang, we the gang
What goes around comes around if I pull up with the fam
(Say my name) Say my name when I stand in the light
Hold me tight, do me right, stay as long as you like
We can figure shit out, just go easy about it
There's only so many reasons to make a big deal about us
But if say so, then it must be, by all means I does me
But I don't care, so who cares, I got 2 pairs in one sleeve
That's right, just in case I gotta ride
Early in the morning, baby, show me what you're like

[Chorus]
High, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
High, high, high, high, high, high, high
High, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
High, high, high, high, high, high, high