"How High" lyrics
David Dallas, David Dallas
David Dallas, David Dallas
David Dallas. D-dot
D-A-double-L-A-S
From the tippy tippy, oh
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
278, rep Pap's up, pause
South Aucks bastard child, a bastard's wild
I'm rolling, cloth-indulgent, zoned and boastin'
Overdosin' on that ego tip
Unlaced kicks, let the ego trip, ask De La
They know how Dave's art off the radar
Rip the chain and fuckin' least where the dames are
Look up in the air, all up with the quasar
Safeguard your women, fake [?] kidding
Been hot for minutes since I rocked Stussy pork pies
And Massimo Ts in all white
Suede Puma STATES with the laces untied
Destined to blow, you could say gesundheit
Whole crew's skill in the body of one guy
On my solo shit but rep the Frontline
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the Funk Doctor Spot smoking ****** on a train
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like glass jaws
*****, you got to get mines to get yours
Fucker, we don't need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical, I stays open like an all-night store
For real I keeps it I'll like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existence, M-E-T (Yeah)
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til I get enough
Six million ways to die, so I chose
Made it six million and one with your eyes closed
The blindfold cold so you can feel the wrath
And shatter the glass and second half on your funky ass
Ayo, my man (Tical), hear me now (Huh)
Bitches used to play me now they can't forget me now
They get me mad, I rock the spot, check Glock
Empty off a licking off in hip-hop
**** the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your Billboard spot?
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the Funk Doctor Spot smoking ****** on a train
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
David Dallas, David Dallas
David Dallas. D-dot
D-A-double-L-A-S
From the tippy tippy, oh
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
278, rep Pap's up, pause
South Aucks bastard child, a bastard's wild
I'm rolling, cloth-indulgent, zoned and boastin'
Overdosin' on that ego tip
Unlaced kicks, let the ego trip, ask De La
They know how Dave's art off the radar
Rip the chain and fuckin' least where the dames are
Look up in the air, all up with the quasar
Safeguard your women, fake [?] kidding
Been hot for minutes since I rocked Stussy pork pies
And Massimo Ts in all white
Suede Puma STATES with the laces untied
Destined to blow, you could say gesundheit
Whole crew's skill in the body of one guy
On my solo shit but rep the Frontline
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the Funk Doctor Spot smoking ****** on a train
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like glass jaws
*****, you got to get mines to get yours
Fucker, we don't need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical, I stays open like an all-night store
For real I keeps it I'll like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existence, M-E-T (Yeah)
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til I get enough
Six million ways to die, so I chose
Made it six million and one with your eyes closed
The blindfold cold so you can feel the wrath
And shatter the glass and second half on your funky ass
Ayo, my man (Tical), hear me now (Huh)
Bitches used to play me now they can't forget me now
They get me mad, I rock the spot, check Glock
Empty off a licking off in hip-hop
**** the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your Billboard spot?
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the Funk Doctor Spot smoking ****** on a train
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
