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High Thoughts Video (MV)




Performed By: Elio
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Elliot Rivas




Elio - High Thoughts Lyrics
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Smoke good
Eat good
Live good
LIGHT IT
Light it
Light it
Light it
It's just a little bit
Why even smoke at all
I'm looking for a little lift
Be careful with your fall
Lately I ain't finishing
Got everything on pause
Guess I'm at my limit then
Check
Pathetic nigga for those who think a mess is
A brother on that herb
Don't think I need to paint the message
For those who nose
Got miles of snow
Like what they do is lesser
Wont wave no flag to stop it
But play the role of the captain
I ain't looking for excuses
I'm just thinking out loud
My little view of this world is more complex than pronouns
In this modern day society
Where freedom ain't found
Would use my right to bear arms
But my nice shade of brown
Might get me shot killed
And posted on an IG with sound
But we know that won't do nothing
When the hype calms down
Would rather no one have to worry at all
But now we pray cause little Timmy feeling sad
And want to shoot up the mall
Nah f*ck that
This is my year
And when I wake up
I lace my 95's
My little version of the make up
Shorties pay mind to a nigga with his cake up
You got to stay fly
The mafia was sure to grace us
Chilling smoking on a blunt thick as cigars
High as shit feeling cold
Don't know what cloud I been on
I'm at the point passed clapped
It's a round of applause
Higher talk to higher living
Till they call the man a god
Bout to double up on this little stock
Many question
Self worth bitch finna ball
Off an investment
Myself nothing less
The kid been blessed
Still on the right side of life
She hasn't said to the left
I look beyond what the eye can see
Known to live amongst the we
Got myself a team that can turn ya into smithereens
Going against the boy? oh you
Siding with the enemy
I ain't really trippin
If not posted in Kennedys
This right here the remedy
They flooding at the gates
Calling me doctor Miami
I eliminate the waste
Get your bitch in better shape
Said she tryna see an eight
I told her me too, this dick ain't free you got to pay
8 Figures, 7 figures
No less than 6
The real know I aint bugging
I ain't simply tryna pay the rent
Especially when the place look less than what you pay to live
Now I know I be bugging
But aint know way this making sense
Huh
I don't feel Jack but the Cactus
Been tryna thread the needle as my homie tell me pass it
Paranoia hit when my mind get to relaxing
Permissible to slip, but my momma still think I haven't
Yea my momma think I haven't
So matter fact don't pass it
Yea I'm Cool
F*ck
It's just a little hit
Why even smoke at all
I'm looking for a little lift
Be careful with your fall
Lately I ain't finishing
Got everything on pause
Guess I'm at my limit then
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Smoke good
Eat good
Live good
LIGHT IT
Light it
Light it
Light it
It's just a little bit
Why even smoke at all
I'm looking for a little lift
Be careful with your fall
Lately I ain't finishing
Got everything on pause
Guess I'm at my limit then
Check
Pathetic nigga for those who think a mess is
A brother on that herb
Don't think I need to paint the message
For those who nose
Got miles of snow
Like what they do is lesser
Wont wave no flag to stop it
But play the role of the captain
I ain't looking for excuses
I'm just thinking out loud
My little view of this world is more complex than pronouns
In this modern day society
Where freedom ain't found
Would use my right to bear arms
But my nice shade of brown
Might get me shot killed
And posted on an IG with sound
But we know that won't do nothing
When the hype calms down
Would rather no one have to worry at all
But now we pray cause little Timmy feeling sad
And want to shoot up the mall
Nah f*ck that
This is my year
And when I wake up
I lace my 95's
My little version of the make up
Shorties pay mind to a nigga with his cake up
You got to stay fly
The mafia was sure to grace us
Chilling smoking on a blunt thick as cigars
High as shit feeling cold
Don't know what cloud I been on
I'm at the point passed clapped
It's a round of applause
Higher talk to higher living
Till they call the man a god
Bout to double up on this little stock
Many question
Self worth bitch finna ball
Off an investment
Myself nothing less
The kid been blessed
Still on the right side of life
She hasn't said to the left
I look beyond what the eye can see
Known to live amongst the we
Got myself a team that can turn ya into smithereens
Going against the boy? oh you
Siding with the enemy
I ain't really trippin
If not posted in Kennedys
This right here the remedy
They flooding at the gates
Calling me doctor Miami
I eliminate the waste
Get your bitch in better shape
Said she tryna see an eight
I told her me too, this dick ain't free you got to pay
8 Figures, 7 figures
No less than 6
The real know I aint bugging
I ain't simply tryna pay the rent
Especially when the place look less than what you pay to live
Now I know I be bugging
But aint know way this making sense
Huh
I don't feel Jack but the Cactus
Been tryna thread the needle as my homie tell me pass it
Paranoia hit when my mind get to relaxing
Permissible to slip, but my momma still think I haven't
Yea my momma think I haven't
So matter fact don't pass it
Yea I'm Cool
F*ck
It's just a little hit
Why even smoke at all
I'm looking for a little lift
Be careful with your fall
Lately I ain't finishing
Got everything on pause
Guess I'm at my limit then
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Writer: Elliot Rivas
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