The Highest

Stalley

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    [Verse 1: Stalley]
    I'm laying around smoking a pound
    Staring at my shorty as she laying down
    Perfect angel, perfect figure
    She rollin' up another Swisher
    Man, this a perfect picture, we can Instagram that
    Show the world how we lay back, we vibin' to this Womack
    I pull her hair, she love that, she like to play the cat games
    But she don't like the pet names
    She prefer to be called Queen
    So I treat her the same way
    This not your typical love, it's not your typical fantasy
    This union here, started a family
    My top canidate, these girls can't compete
    The polls is closed, they can't walk in the open-toes
    Sit in the two-seater, smokin' O's
    Birkin and Céline, she got both of those
    And, she don't care about either
    She, more concerned if I leave here
    I'm, more concerned about reefer
    Man I ain't going nowhere
    I know it's cheaper to keep her
    And she don't do no wrong, and she be home
    Every time I need her, can't always vent through the speaker
    Or share my feelings to the world, so she's my secret keeper
    She knows all my vices, all my life crisis
    She's my perfect sidekick, my hybrid
    When I feel like I'm dying, my Heimlich
    She gives me another life, it's amazing and priceless
    The highest

    [Hook: Crystal Torres]
    You know you get me the highest baby
    You know you take to higher places
    You know you get me the highest baby
    I know your only mistress is Mary Jane
    Mary Jane [x3]

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    [Verse 2: Stalley]
    She seems to be all that I think about
    All I fiend for, all I'm seeking out
    She gives me cottonmouth and green tipped fingers
    Keeps me sane and at ease around these fake niggas
    With her, I don't take pictures
    She's more my private thing
    In public we don't ever hang
    I take her on my private plane
    30 feet up higher mane
    Paper planes and pink champagne
    I had her out in East LA
    With my main Mexican Jose
    Cuervo in my Chevrolet, seven tray
    Blasting Michelle Olé
    Slow motion, switching lanes
    Up on three wheels, tilting frame
    This is how I deal with fame, Mary Jane
    Comfort me from all this pain
    Please don't talk, just listen babe
    This is what I'm missing babe
    Your purple lips, your brown frame
    White clouds surround me
    You take me to a different place than anyone around me
    Never share, you keep you to myself
    No one else can try this, the highest

    [Hook]

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    Composición: Stalley, C P Z y Mali Boi

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