Stay High

Tom:
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Man, I been asleep off the lean all day, it's like fuckin' mornin'
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It already feel like it's nine in the mornin'

[Chorus]
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Hate it when they play  both sides
D            C
Too low in my life
             C                G
Gotta stay high, gotta stay high
D           C
Too low in my life, yeah, I gotta stay
C                        G
Hate it when they play both sides
D          C
Too low in my life, so I gotta stay high

[Próxima Parte]
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Yeah, I gotta stay high
 D             C
Too low in my, too low in my

[Verse 1]
C                         G
Count the racks up (Huh), I got my stacks up (Ya' dig?)
          D
Bad lil' bitch, tell her back up (Ya' dig?)
C
In the cut with the MAC tucked
          C
Run up on me, get hit up
 G
Ambulance needs to pick him up, uh
     D
Six shots to the head like, woah
C
Run through the six, no woes
        C
Throw money, throw hands, throw bows
      G
Up, down, left, right, A, B, cheat codes
            D
Pull up, my gun sing like Glee show
        C
Rick Owen on my coat, no superhero
                  C
VVS my wrist like Sub-Zero
         C
Play a bitch like guitar, no hero
Run the money up, stack it like Legos
 C
Bad bitch wanna fuck, I say let's go, uh
C
R.I.P to my niggas gone
       G
Sometimes I wish I could hit your phone
                     D
I don't really wanna walk through life alone
        C
Ain't too many real niggas here no more
               C
I lost my woadie, my heart cold
G
Now, I gotta walk through life alone
              D
Now, I gotta walk through life alone
 C
Now, I gotta live this life alone

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
           C    G
Yeah, I gotta stay high
 D                C
Too low in my, too low in my (Ayy, huh)

[Verse 2]
  C                      G
Wockhardt in my body, I can't help myself, uh
D                          C
I get so damn high that I can't feel myself
                   Em
My girlfriend worried about me, think I'm gon' kill myself
         D                          C
Sorry, baby, I'm just really tryna feel myself
         C                       G
Keep my head above the water while I drown in wealth
             D                      C
I got that drip like Gunna, I may drip or drown myself
           C                        G
You know I love choppers, I had to surround myself
        D                      C
Takin' Gelato to the head, smoked the pound myself

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
           C    G
Yeah, I gotta stay high
 D               C
Too low in my, too low in my