Highs & Lows

Yo this joint here, is for all my homies that

I got

You know what I'm sayin', smoke to this joint, vibe out

be cool

Created a little soundtrack for when they high

You used to hate it, now you love it

Smile in my face, I think nothing of it

Yeah I'll shake ya hand, kill 'em with kindness

Homie, this is Young Sinatra at his fuckin' finest

So spark it up, and get lifted

Please check the rappin', you know that I'm gifted

Pretty perfume, I love to sniff it

She love the stick, and the way I shift it

Automatic, in the rain

Switchin' lanes, like I switched dames

Bitches love it, and I don't know why

Maybe cause they, so God damn high

Smoking on that green, got my mind faded

Sleeping on my dreams, that's until I made it (Logic)

Cause' Bitches want it (Logic)

And women need it (Logic)

MC's, we leave 'em depleted (Logic)

Yeah you know we fly, never fallin'

Well rounded, so you know we ballin'

Women love us, fella's hate us

I ain't perfect, but I know that I'm one of the

greatest

So I'm back again, like I never left

If you really wanna get it girl we can meet up, high

price hotel most def

It's official make that pussy whistle, like a ref

And if I die tonight, what a sweet death

So I'm living large, supersize

If you want beef, I'm a leave you fries

Complimentary suits, Complimentary rides

It's all free, no charge like my phone died

I remember times, highschool

Chasing dimes, like a fool

Smoking bud, Sticky Icky

Only fuck with dank, Yeah your boy was picky

If the bag was light, Told 'em call me Ricky

Cause' you got some explaining to do!

Then we would kick it, with some pretty girls

Skipping school, making music for the whole world

(Logic)