You Don’t Get Me High Anymore (A-Trak Remix)

I don't like staying at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up , yeah
Everybody's on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

High anymore
You don't get me high anymore
High anymore
You don't get me high anymore
High anymore
You don't get me high anymore
High anymore
You don't get me high anymore

I'm from where homes get corrupt
And we prone to destruction
Coming from the murder cap
And gone out of discussion
Middle of the summer but it snows in abundance
Wayne told me hustle on a mountain or a tundra
Hustle out my momma's house
Busting out the function
Hustle out my locker of the school that I was flunking
Money is the root of every topic of discussion
If it doesn't kill me then I must be killing something
My homies can't function without something
***** I'm from the jungle, the lion's humongous
Pull up on the side of your ride, get to bucking
And I look him in his eyes, tell him lie to the judges
I ride for my ******
We'd die for each other
Codeine dreams, everybody slumber
Everybody high, but still everybody under
It's the future of this *****t, reporting live from the gutter

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Highanymore
You don't get me high anymore
High anymore
You don't get me high anymore
High anymore
You don't get me high anymore
High anymore
You don't get me high anymore
You don't get me high anymore
You don't get me high anymore
Now it's takes four
You don't get me high anymore
You don't get me high anymore
You don't get me high anymore