Higher - Smoove & Turrell

Your patter doesn’t really matter

Do you think that you own this crowd

You got your little grown look

Plastic talk to boot

Been everywhere that is your sound

Behind your little red robe

Trying hard to gloat but you can’t

With your so called friends and their empty hands

Phone full of numbers

But nobody wants to call y' come on

Cause you’re higher than yourself, oh yeah

You think that all of this matters, they’re total backstabbers

Look around at who you’ve become

You’re getting higher to protect yourself, oh yeah

And it don’t mean nothing, silly fools they’ll all be laughing

To the same, to the same old hell

A personality broker

Suck them in so they can choke ya

Do you think that you fool this crowd?

You’re killing all imagination

Man it’s your own creation

Worst of all you’re smug and proud

Behind your little glass screen

Trying hard to breath but you can’t

Cause things come round the corner, better watch your back stalker

Got a phone full of numbers

But you’ve been cut off by your brothers, come on

Cause you’re higher than yourself, oh yeah

You think that all of this matters, they’re total backstabbers

Look around at who you’ve become

You’re getting higher to protect yourself, oh yeah

And it don’t mean nothing, silly fools they’ll all be laughing

To the same, to the same old hell