Petersburg High

You got me high off a pill Now you got me thinking I will die if I will take another hit what are we doing? This ain't right but feels so raw All of my friends and all of their friends are knocking on the door But we But we are off the top Fuck me fuck me It's freezing hot I ain't better on my own, better on my own nah This will be your home, this will be your home now You might be the one I need Even if I didn't believe Love is real, cause it weak right before you baby Now I'm hearing all these symphonies Choking up my misery Why does this feel bittersweet? Tell me we won't die Damn your eyes look so pretty when you're buzzed on the floor And you know the whole city's getting high on the low Don't you trip if you start hearing all the knocks on the door Cause you know the whole Petersburg is high on the low Petersburg high Petersburg high 6 Hours passed and I still feel like I'm the king Your mouth is dry, I felt it when I licked your lips Just stay right here and I'll be back with stolen drinks As long as you promise me there's more to sniff But we But we, we never learn Fuck me fuck me I'm not concerned I ain't better on my own, better on my own nah This will be your home, this will be your home now You might be the one I need Even if I didn't believe Love is real, cause it weak right before you baby now I'm hearing all these symphonies Choking up my misery Why does this feel bittersweet? Tell me we won't die Damn your eyes look so pretty when you're buzzed on the floor And you know the whole city's getting high on the low Don't you trip if you start hearing all the knocks on the door Cause you know the whole Petersburg is high on the low Damn your eyes look so pretty when you're buzzed on the floor And you know the whole city's getting high on the low Don't you trip if you start hearing all the knocks on the door Cause you know the whole Petersburg is high on the low Do me a favor, don't talk My conscious is turned off I might flip, I might cause the shit that makes you feel lost You shouldn't fuck with a man who traded himself for grams Who's sabotaged his own plans Get away get away Nobody told me it'd feel like this No one said soda would taste like piss Every voice like a cerpents hiss Clock that is ticking reloads like clips Songs sound like sirens Even when it's quite there's no silence Cause hobo in me turns fucking wild and he knows the place where I'm hiding