Pouya — Why Do We Get High?

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We can get along but I’ll still keep the piece to keep the beast away from me
I know he’s waiting patiently for me to arrive
I survived so many nights and my torturous ways
So really it’s myself the one that should be afraid

I walk a tight rope between God and the reaper and I’m ready
For either, but they leave it up to me to choose my path
I got this wrath inside my chest, and it’s burning, don’t get rest
Sometimes I feel like it’s a test but rest assure I know ther’s more

To life than this, you blink, you miss
Next thing you know you’r deep in shit
Thinking about the things you could’ve done different
I know we wish upon the stars but know they way too far

When do we give up? When that liquor don’t give you hiccups
And those pills don’t get your dick hard
Why do we get high? To balance out the lows
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
Sit down, watch it unfold, ’cause that’s what I was told
Why do we get high? To balance out the lows
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
Sit down, watch it unfold, ’cause that’s what I was told
Get your diploma, go to college, you might be somebody
You hang with bums, you might become a boy, just think about it

Can’t go too far with shackles on your feet, connected to the weakest link
In your crew, the homie bad, the homie down
The homie bad, the homie down, just let me swim or make me drown
You surround yourself with clowns, well, what that make you? (Yuh-yuh, yuh)

Got a lot to go around but when that bank account drown
No one is to be found so what’s that tell you? (Yuh-yuh, yuh)
Why do we get high? To balance out the lows
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
Sit down, watch it unfold, ’cause that’s what I was told
Why do we get high? To balance out the lows
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
Sit down, watch it unfold, ’cause that’s what I was told
I lock myself in my room every night with my pistol grip tight
Fightin’ demons left and right, with all my mind

I might convince myself that I’m the chosen one for everyone to leech off
But fuck that, I can’t be the one to feed all (Yuh-yuh, yuh)
No, you won’t be takin’ advantage, need a Xanax for the damage
To the canvas of my life, I gotta manage (Ayy, ayy, yuh-yuh)

Step to the side if you ain’t ridin’ with me, bitch, I need someone
I could come with no judgment or passive-aggressiveness
Why do we get high? To balance out the lows
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
Sit down, watch it unfold, ’cause that’s what I was told
Why do we get high? To balance out the lows
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
Sit down, watch it unfold, ’cause that’s what I was told
Why do we get high? To balance out the lows
Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
Sit down, watch it unfold, ’cause that’s what I was told