You do it for the rush, right? Searching for the thrill so you’re sniffing up off the desk tonight? She’s not the party type, she just ain’t satisfied with life. She’s getting high cuz its the only thing she truly likes. Well baby, that’s about to change, I’m not saying that imma change you, I’m saying I feel your pain, and I know it seems kind of strange but I’ll be there for you, look I care for you. But all she really wanna do is get higher. She says she wanna go in, shes always searching for something; she wants to feel like a queen. I asked her about her life, she asked me where the mattress was. I can’t tell if she’s in love with me or if its just the drugs. When we fuck its amazing, my heart it races, and her heart is racing too cuz she just got a bag of tasty. I say we should take a break from this, she said hush, come over here, take a hit, baby lets get higher. Come take me higher, my sweetest joy, you’re my love, you’re my fall. Higher, come take me higher, my sweetest joy, you’re my love, you’re my fall.

Now you just out here poppin’ pills, spending daddy’s bills ‘cus you can’t escape from the way it feels. She feels like nothing that’s real is even that satisfying, and when she comes down from that high she’s in the bathroom crying. But baby you don’t have to do that, have to feel this way,
she said, “lets run away.” I said, “baby, it’s gonna be okay, just hold up for another day, things will get better.” She said the only way they will is if I get her higher. She got a good family but takes it for granted, and she won’t stop til she collapses or the whole rooms slanted. I told her you don’t have to live like this, but she ain’t into petty shit, she just wants a bong rip or something she could sniff, something to give her a lift. I just want to let her go but I get high up off her kiss. And miss, thank you for all of this, because your love gets me high without a hit.