spire

(Death)
(death to fucking ricky)
(Celbridge)

[Chorus]
Even when I'm high, yeah, I'm still tryn get higher
I'm tryn get higher like the tip top of the spire
In a black i20 with the chrome on chrome tyres
In the back of the bentley need to sort out my desires

[Verse 1]
Baggy trackies on me, like I'm wearing a duvet
I-I-I-I got so much things that I can say that
That I know will come true because I know I'm truly blessed
Roll a ton up in the car so bitch I'm never truly stressed
Just hit my ex and she told me I'm the best
Shred a track up, listen to it then I move onto the next
Yeah, I told you look good up in that dress
I got a strategy I play it like it's chess

[Pre-Chorus]
Screaming life to me they dont want me to die yeah
Can't describe the feeling that I get
Roll it up, yeah, I dont think I'm high yet
Chasing up that bag until I d-d-d-d-d-die

[Chorus]
Even when I'm high, yeah, I'm still tryn get higher (yeah)
I'm tryn get higher like the tip top of the spire
In a black i20 with the chrome on chrome tyres
In the back of the bentley need to sort out my desires

[Verse 2]
If you're 5 minutes late, yeah, you're getting fired
I whip it quick and I'm burning out the tyres
Take a flight but I promise you I'm flyer
I get the guap I grab it put it in a dryer
I got a good life, I don't even be depressed
I got top shelf on me every toke it hits my chest
In the whip I'm driving quick I still got shit under duress
I put in less and get out more you put in more and get out less

[Pre-Chorus]
Screaming life to me they dont want me to die yeah
Can't describe the feeling I get
Roll it up, yeah, I dont think I'm high yet
Chasing up that bag until I d-d-d-d-d-die
(Celbridge)