Disclosure, Aminé and slowthai - My High
Ba-dum bum, ba-dumYeah
Uh-huh, yeah
(Yes sir) Hey
(Yes sir) Yeah
Look
You was there standing all night
Your heartbeat matching with the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You wanna baller so you bother me in spite
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high (please, please)
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high (please, please)
Please don't fuck up my high, my
Everyday Aminé gon' ball so you know I make the hoes say, "Hey"
Fuckin' niggas up until the beat get played (oh)
Shawty wanna fuck until she get saved (ah)
Club promoters wanna act like they know me (uh)
Club promoters wanna be my homie (uh)
Bad news nigga, you ain't really the homie (no)
Bad news nigga, you ain't really the homie (woo)
Bitch, I'll leave you by your lonely (yeah)
L-i-e and now you back on your lonely (yeah)
Fuck with me and now you always horny (yeah)
Fuck with him and now you want more money (ooh)
Corny niggas get no love
Corny bitches get no love
Thinks I'm wrong, maybe it's them drugs
Sike, it's you and we singing to the club, like
You was there standing all night (oh, true)
Your heartbeat matching with the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight (oh, you tight)
You wanna baller so you ball for me in spite (let's go)
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my
Ah, don't fuck up my high
Please don't fuck up my high
Please don't fuck up my high
You doin' like, the minimum, the minimum, the minimum
The minimum, the minimum, the minimum
Are you mad? Must be out of your mind (woo)
You look so sad, have a spliff, get high (ah)
She bad, yeah, she racking up ten lines
Come and take a walk on the wild side
And I beg nobody fucking up my vibe
Ain't nobody take the bump out my stride
And the mans don't dance, got too much pride
When we raise our glass it go glass in the eye
Eye for an eye make the whole world blind
Don't fuck up my high
High as Hell with your YSL
Drip's on, looking like a Mademoiselle
See you pretty in pink, can I tickle you pink?
Like, can I have a lick of your caramel?
Tell your boyfriend, "Gonna be home late"
Spend your money like a tax rebate
You was there standing all night (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your heartbeat matching with the lights (oh)
Your boyfriend got you super tight (uh-huh)
You wanna baller so you bother me in spite
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my
Yeah, don't bring me down (down)
Bring me down, down (down, down, down)
Don't bring me down (down)
Bring me down, down (down, down, down)
I said, "don't bring me down" (down)
Bring me down, down, down, down, down, down (comin' down)
Don't bring me down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down, don't bring me
Don't bring me down, don't, shh (don't bring me) ayy
Got me down, you got me down, down (no, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Oh yeah you got me down, you got me down, down (you got me down, down)
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Don't bring me down (don't fuck it up)
Don't bring me down, down, down (don't fuck it up)
Don't bring me down, down, down (don't, don't, don't)
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my
(Ah, don't fuck it up)
(I got energy, energy, haha)
(Energy, energy, bitch)
(I got energy, energy)
Written by:
Adam Amine Daniel, Guy William Lawrence, Howard John Lawrence, Tyron Kaymone Frampton
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