Song: The Wild Tryna Get High
Artist:  Bridge-Mohan
Year: 2012
Viewed: 7 - Published at: 2 years ago

Uh, kick a lil something

[Verse 1:]
Indulge in sin, intention righteous
Comprehension of this life to outside rocket science
Pedal frame
Till the chain snap n hearts pave-
The street in blood we give a life just to taste fruition
Car- 2 in the front, 3 in the back
Lead by ribbons in the sky- pass me that
Then hit the gas, seeking revenge against the world
Through success let me, interject the motivation, its the
Situation of neglect-ion n' impatient patience whats your resurrection?
My whole life been tribualation and anticipation
That's the type we are, procratination I never got
Riding round, smoking bones, sipping buckshot- this wild

[Hook:]
(yo, word up)
Fuck you im tryna (fly)
(so put your fingers in the air if your high) yeah (if your high) yeah (if your high)
Don't blow my high
(yo, word up)
Im tryna x3 (fly)
(so put your fingers in the air if your high) uh, huh (if your high)
Dont blow my high
(yo, word up)
Im tryna x2 (fly)
(so put your fingers in the air if your high, if your high)
[Verse 2:]
Im talking about my peers, im talking bout the youth
Developed our own motto in the absence of the truth
Welcome to generation y, look up to the sky
Find so many temples really might be heaven in your sights
We only used a fifth to reach this destination
If the bucket of potential empty you gon feel the rain as the bullets spray
Sweat them every day, feel my pain, feel my pain, if I die
Don't let it be vain, before I wake
I, hope- my darkest shine hit the world
So we can live the image in our minds no pain no mo interwined
In the fabric of this dream, hope the whole weight of this whole prison
In my dome hit you hoes
Cuz the toll of the cold did unfold, and the soles n the toes got swoll, didn't fold
Cuz of purpose,in the wild can you hear us
If you fear fear itself you fear us, hustle hard, hustle hard, as the G-O-D steer us
Speed

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
As the journey hustles on you hear the bangs of the gong
Tryna change the record playing cuz they scratch up the ol' song
Changes- I can see them coming
Never buckling, budding, chucking glorly back at fucks of hate
A goodie bag of adult sweets, just to help the frame maintain
Complacence settles in at times but who are to judge im human
But the elephant in room staring back at you
How am I odd to you odd to you should be state of this society
It pressures me, it pressures you, what to pursue
Either hoes gather, or, hosana x2
Tryna find myself one measure but im living double standards
Its become relentless and expensive to my sanity can't battle me, to handle me
Requires you to see the things i've seen
Tryna breathe, when I chief
Cut the sky, this the trife
[Hook]

Fuck a holdback, I hone that, mix it in the pot, n then I blow the roof off
Blow the roof off, fuck the cost, must prevail no matter what

You can't expect nothing living life against their rules
But nothing's something everybody need their plate of food
We gon, get it

( Bridge-Mohan )
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