High – Whethan & Dua Lipa (from “Fifty Shades Freed” soundtrack)
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You don’t have to be so cautious If you practice what you preach Counting up the stacks on the counter A fucking (disease) Don’t ask me to be righteous If you practice what you teach Counting all your blessings The second you’re down on your knees
So why, why? Don’t we get a little high, high?
Don’t we get a little Get a little Don’t we get a little high Get a little high
Keep my head under the water, pride buried in my chest Not counting all the minutes, the seconds, not holdin’ my breath Now sinkin’ from the surface, swimmin’ in my lungs Losing all my vision, religion, I’m holdin’ my tongue
So why, why? Don’t we get a little high, high?
Don’t we get a little Get a little Don’t we get a little high Get a little high
Don’t want to pay attention To the writing on the wall Painted with aggression And dripping when you call Not gonna learn my lesson Am I running out of time? So why? Why? Why?
Don’t we get a little Get a little Don’t we get a little high Get a little high