"Don't Kill My High" lyrics
Wax, DJ Hoppa & Grieves Lyrics
You boys know anyone who wants to party today, you send them here, yeah?
Who wants to party? Who wants to party?
At this point, they can't stop us
So we gotta do it (yeah, ooh)
From the front to back, if you rock with us
Put your rings, bracelets, and watches up
It's that type of shit that you got to love
So keep 'em up like they robbing us
It's not something that we gotta discuss, just a visceral feel
You don't gotta speak English to get the appeal
It's Big Wax, I am quite a lovable guy
So why is everybody always trying to fuck up my high?
I don't get it (why?), my rapping is raw
My creativity defies any rational thought
My methodology is something you can't fathom at all
That's like an ant understanding international law
I don't represent a single city or coast
I'm in a different solar system than most, it's quite a different approach
I can't be given a coach, I'm too fly
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
It's a bummer when you come around
Don't kill my
Yo, check it
Yo, my name is Ben, and I'm a vibeaholic
Man, I'm just getting started, ain't no time for calling
I serve the soul food with a side of collards
If a rapper catch a mood, then he kinda [?]
Shit, I just wanna chill where the beach is
Shorty got her backside plump as some peaches (Hold on, hold on)
I'm locked in, closed eyes when the beat hits
If you don't start no shit, then won't be shit
And that's good, that's great, that's fine, that's peace
Bitch, everybody looking at me like Jesus
That boy must keep eating his Wheaties
Trying to get a milli', I'm feeling like Regis
No cab, no Kathie Lee
Ima make him say "uh" Like a master pimp
And I could make your girl sing like the cast of Glee (ooh)
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
It's a bummer when you come around
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
It's a bummer when you come around
Don't kill my high
Who wants to party? Who wants to party?
At this point, they can't stop us
So we gotta do it (yeah, ooh)
From the front to back, if you rock with us
Put your rings, bracelets, and watches up
It's that type of shit that you got to love
So keep 'em up like they robbing us
It's not something that we gotta discuss, just a visceral feel
You don't gotta speak English to get the appeal
It's Big Wax, I am quite a lovable guy
So why is everybody always trying to fuck up my high?
I don't get it (why?), my rapping is raw
My creativity defies any rational thought
My methodology is something you can't fathom at all
That's like an ant understanding international law
I don't represent a single city or coast
I'm in a different solar system than most, it's quite a different approach
I can't be given a coach, I'm too fly
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
It's a bummer when you come around
Don't kill my
Yo, check it
Yo, my name is Ben, and I'm a vibeaholic
Man, I'm just getting started, ain't no time for calling
I serve the soul food with a side of collards
If a rapper catch a mood, then he kinda [?]
Shit, I just wanna chill where the beach is
Shorty got her backside plump as some peaches (Hold on, hold on)
I'm locked in, closed eyes when the beat hits
If you don't start no shit, then won't be shit
And that's good, that's great, that's fine, that's peace
Bitch, everybody looking at me like Jesus
That boy must keep eating his Wheaties
Trying to get a milli', I'm feeling like Regis
No cab, no Kathie Lee
Ima make him say "uh" Like a master pimp
And I could make your girl sing like the cast of Glee (ooh)
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
It's a bummer when you come around
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
Don't kill my high
It's a bummer when you come around
Don't kill my high
