Higher - Fashawn

I said y’all wanna get higher?

Y’all know we gonna get higher

I said y’all wanna get higher?

Y’all know we gotta get higher

Became a prisoner of peoples expectations

Some of my fans are doctors, even they don’t have the patience

To wait up while I evolve creatively

I wish there was 8 of me

1 to deal with temptation, 1 to deal with complacency

1 to deal with the pressure, 1 to deal with this fame

1 to deal with the power, 1 strong enough for the pain

1 to hold my umbrella to shelter me from the rain

1 to be my therapist, my thoughts is crowding my brain

I get insomnia and probably cause

I convinced myself that I was not the one

Struggling through my Twitter

Stupid niggas, listeners are disloyal

But they make you feel royal

But like a slave when they no longer enjoy you my nigga

That’s not high enough, please let’s take it higher

Headliner, shit I’m glad I even made the flyer

This game’ll crucify ya just to make you a martyr

Sometimes I’d rather ice skate with my daughter, but

Yall don’t hear me though

Higher, take me up, take me up

I need you to take me higher

I wanna reach something I can’t touch, I can’t touch

So get high, so get high

And get high, and get high

So get high, so get high

Let’s get high, let’s get high

So get high, so get high

Let’s get high, let’s get high

So get high, so get high

And get high, and get high

Higher, take me up, take me up

I need you to take me higher

I wanna reach something I can’t touch, I can’t touch

So let’s take it higher

I’ll tell you when it’s high enough

I’ll tell you when it’s high enough

Y’all would rather break me down like reefer

And stuff me into a paper

Temporary reliever while you lay up like a Laker

I’m working 24/7, wondering where the day went

Feeling taken for granted, feeling underestimated

Do I need the recognition when i have the reputation?

You’re thinking entertainment, I’m thinking elevation

In an industry that’s saturated, but I’m glad I made it

I’ve seen anticipation turn to aggravation

When you don’t meet the demand and people think you the man

It’s back to the factory, keep on putting comands

Mind running rapidly tryna make a classic

Am I running out of battery?

Questions you start asking yourself

Oppose to asking for help, hell I don’t need it

I thought all I had to do was beat the odds and we’d be even, damn

Before you know it I be back on the road

Text message from my daughter it said «daddy come home»

But y’all love me though

Hi daddy, I miss you and I love you.

Hope you come home safely.

You can take me

to the park, the swimming pool and long walks and talk all day long and I can

keep you all day and sleep with you, and I like your music, it’s pretty and I

want to give you hugs