Why Do We Get High? - Pouya

We can get along but I’ll still keep the piece to keep the beast away from me

I know he’s waiting patiently for me to arrive

I survived so many nights and my torturous ways

So really it’s myself the one that should be afraid

I walk a tight rope between God and the reaper and I’m ready

For either, but they leave it up to me to choose my path

I got this wrath inside my chest, and it’s burning, don’t get rest

Sometimes I feel like it’s a test but rest assure I know ther’s more

To life than this, you blink, you miss

Next thing you know you’r deep in shit

Thinking about the things you could’ve done different

I know we wish upon the stars but know they way too far

When do we give up?

When that liquor don’t give you hiccups

And those pills don’t get your dick hard

Why do we get high?

To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told

Why do we get high?

To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told

Get your diploma, go to college, you might be somebody

You hang with bums, you might become a boy, just think about it

Can’t go too far with shackles on your feet, connected to the weakest link

In your crew, the homie bad, the homie down

The homie bad, the homie down, just let me swim or make me drown

You surround yourself with clowns, well, what that make you?

(Yuh-yuh, yuh)

Got a lot to go around but when that bank account drown

No one is to be found so what’s that tell you?

(Yuh-yuh, yuh)

Why do we get high?

To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told

Why do we get high?

To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told

I lock myself in my room every night with my pistol grip tight

Fightin' demons left and right, with all my mind

I might convince myself that I’m the chosen one for everyone to leech off

But fuck that, I can’t be the one to feed all (Yuh-yuh, yuh)

No, you won’t be takin' advantage, need a Xanax for the damage

To the canvas of my life, I gotta manage (Ayy, ayy, yuh-yuh)

Step to the side if you ain’t ridin' with me, bitch, I need someone

I could come with no judgment or passive-aggressiveness

Why do we get high?

To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told

Why do we get high?

To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told

Why do we get high?

To balance out the lows

Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?

Not getting younger and that’s getting really old

Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told