B.o.B - High Life lyrics

So high, what's beneath me
I can't even call it high
Like taking holders when the season started
It ain't much to say when
Actions speak for themselves
So just the fact that I'm in
This motherfucker means I'm balling
So next time you take shots
Keep an extra cartridge
Niggers handcuffing hoes like
The police department
You think you flying but you really falling
You just ain't hit the concrete yet nigga
You're stalling they say pop means being
Popular to the population
So excuse me for being the
Topic of your conversation
I just keep banging verses and
Rocking your mama's braces
What you blaze in a week
That's what I start my day with
My checks worth more than your net worth
I got a network about the
Size of the next earth
I'm laid up, so much head that my neck hurt
I'm living a dream
I never once with the bed first you dig
So what should I do with so much hate?
Fuck it, I turn crabs into bucket to a buffet
And beef to a filet
That's a full-course Entrée
And girl I turn that
Avocado to some guacamole
So Spanish girls only
We can skip the foreplay
Roll up some good haze and
Stay high for 4 days
We can do it 4 ways, left right, up down
My cup running over but I
Won't put my cup down
You haters cheer leading while I'm
Out here running touch downs
But, I won't be ran down, I run shit
You ran down blowing whistles like please
Get the sun down
Me while I'm globetrotting from sun
Up to sun down but still I'm straight
No time to play cause I know
They don't want me on top
But still I'm blazed, so many trees
Don't need no shades living that Stamp Life
I think my passport need mo' space

Haha, yeah, it's B o bO bitch
All you hater, I don't even wanna hear no
I don't even know why I got smoked for
But still man, you know how I do it
Grand hustle in the building, yo
It's a problem, yo, feel it