You my high,baby,you my high.I fiend for you like a crackhead fiends for scotty beams;You are the reason I focus on enhancing my C.R.E.A.M.,for cash rules fools like me;You are the pit-stop en route to my destiny,wherever it may be.I can only blueprint,but only God's intentions can see me through;For Lord only knows,how I ran into someone like you.You my high,baby,you my high.Not glamorizing the drug game,thug game,but there's no other way to describe this feeling I got;You infiltrate my senses,thoughts become dense and whatnot.You're so sexy-hot baby,hotter than sunspots;You my high,you are the reason for these words I jot.You my high,baby,you my high.I carelessly inject you into my fantastic soul;Are you for real or just a figment of my remote control?Whether this be true love or truly anything goes,you my high,baby,you my high.You MY high,baby,you my high.copyright2005f.h.powell
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