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You Don't Get Me High

 

You Don't Get Me High

(album: Get Rich Or Die Ryan - 2021)


I started out rhyming in '99, I got bars that can go to bars
I traveled this road 'bout a million times, I carved a mic in my code of arms
Reminds me of nugs, like when I first had a buzz, starting out, that's how it was
Now I'm a actor, a gymnast, I bend over backwards, you'll capture whatever it was
Crumble paper, condemnation, that sensation, conversation
Convoluted, concentration, I go dumb
Tryna reinvent it, recreate it, recreation, occupation
Repetition turn to friction, I go numb
Since I had Billabong, trying to PacSuns at the venue
Out in Boston, no the thrill ain't gone, it's just not here as often
But no cap, sold up to one hundred cap and nothing could feel good as that
Or when I first heard my song on (94.3 WCYY)
Spitting this puddle, staring up at my high water mark
Felt like I graduated, first sold out a college bar
But this esoteric as 7L, I don't know how to say it well
Look, I can't leave you, I never will

You gave me that feeling, oh
But you don't get me high
You don't get me high
You don't get me high, oh, no (P. Dank!)

It was never the money, must've played me like a hunnid shows for no dough
And made like a thousand songs that I never finish and no one knows
But I got a couple that some do, little thirty minute set I could run through
Had a little run, made dumb moves, yeah, but it kept me humble
Man, these nights that I was out late, wasn't coming home
I was looping, tying knots out the ropes that I wasn't shown
I wasn't in the trap selling drugs, where they bugging phones
I was sneaking into clubs to crush it 'cause I wasn't grown (I'm 13!)
Man, you gotta know that feeling, blind peeling when the sun up
To most, you're only appealing once you come up
I couldn't share a phrase that could sum up, years later when they come up
And you hit 'em with the, "Um, who the fuck are you again?"
Put all this work in, is it worth it? Should I buy ads and be networkin'?
I'm not certain 'cause none of these people act the same in person
(They don't) Yet, here I am, still, tryna chase a thrill
Look, I can't leave you and I never will

Man, you gave me that feeling, oh
But you don't get me high
You don't get me high
You don't get me high, oh, no

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