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I Don't Get High
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tank and the Bangas
Tank and the Bangas
Performer
Tarriona Ball
Tarriona Ball
Vocals
Merell Burkett
Merell Burkett
Keyboards
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Keyboards
Norman Spence
Norman Spence
Keyboards
Joshua Johnson
Joshua Johnson
Background Vocals
Albert Allenback
Albert Allenback
Background Vocals
Scott Welch
Scott Welch
Guitar
Aaron Fessel
Aaron Fessel
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarriona Ball
Tarriona Ball
Songwriter
Merell Burkett
Merell Burkett
Composer
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Composer
Norman Spence
Norman Spence
Composer
Joshua Johnson
Joshua Johnson
Composer
Albert Allenback
Albert Allenback
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Producer
Albert Allenback
Albert Allenback
Engineer
Scott Welch
Scott Welch
Assistant Producer
Aaron Fessel
Aaron Fessel
Engineer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Scared of it all Scared that it's gon' drop and fall I'm scared of it all It all, all What if she gets too big for the stars? Or her head in the clouds, is it all the same? Am I playing around with my gift? Is this it? Is it all just in my head? Ooh I didn't wan' fall in love, but I couldn't even walk straight I'm trippin', fallin' over ashtrays and mistakes But I'll be okay (okay, okay, okay, okay) I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high) I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high) Spaced out like Neptune With green smoke, just weed smoke The feeling, no ceilings They callin', they waitin' for me I'm faded, some day ends Frustrated 'cause I never made it Bitch, you never made it, uh What if she gets too big for the stars? Or her head in the clouds, is it all the same? Am I playing around with my gift? Is this it? Is it all just in my head? Ooh I didn't wan' fall in love, but I couldn't even walk straight I'm trippin', fallin' over ashtrays and mistakes But I'll be okay (okay, okay, okay, okay) I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high) I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high) Spaced out like Neptune With green smoke, just weed smoke The feeling, no ceilings Poppin' peppermint sporadic, got Altoids like ashtrays Chewing gum in Paris, shit, this has become a hamper But I can't shake like wall in, or lose like a phone charger Anybody seen my phone charger? (Yo, where's my phone charger?), shit Lost that thought, it came back like prodigal Started something, now it follows me In a dark room where no one can find me Mama shouldn't barely recognize me My family might just despise me Giving out hugs that don't last long Memories, hoodies, and menthol I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high) I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high) Come get high Come get high
Writer(s): Joshua Johnson, Tarriona Ball, Merell Burkett, Albert Allenback, Mark Batson, Norman Spence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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