High (Interlude)

[Chorus: SIMON SAYZ] See this shit go 'round and 'round Hope you get up to speed and you're alright All I ever wanted was the dove view And all the people elevated, stay high High, elevated All I wanna see my niggas sittin' on top More than high, high, elevated All I wanna see my niggas sittin' on top High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, high, high, high High, high, high, high High, high, high, high High, high, high, high High, high, high, high [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] It drops without Then without doubt I'm without drought How else could a spit out bout Swat at bats, without outs? Rain delay What's that I came to say? Get it wet like Training Day With no drain away, you with it yet, they ain't related Lupe got him an H and K And handle that Heckler, Kramer way Rain delay Aight, nigga, put the game away You mean like rain delay? She said, "If I pop it then you gotta pay me" So I make it rain for the ladies Off that, skin where mosquitoes can't walk at Off course, we ball with hoes In the club, I golf that But ball back, games where it rains and they halt that We gettin' cold, better salt that In my brain, it is stormin' When it rains, it is pourin' Spit out 'bout, swat at bats Commissioner Gordon, not a sportsman Your reigns, not important But I'm Jordan [Chorus: SIMON SAYZ] High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high See this shit go 'round and 'round Hope you get up to speed and you're alright All I ever wanted was the dove view And all the people elevated, stay high High, elevated All I wanna see my niggas sittin' on top More than high, high, elevated All I wanna see my niggas sittin' on top High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, high, high, high High, high, high, high High, high, high, high High, high, high, high High, high, high, high [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco & SIMON SAYZ] Why I always gotta say it for you? Why you be as quiet as a DP with an oral? Why on TV it's adorable? In 3D it be horrible Somethin', somethin' stored you It's like sayin', look, Duval too tall Or the cue ball is too small I make two fall in the pool hall And my new car I carpool You all finna carnival Through balls, think about to fall Get a new doll to my boo, aw High, more than high, high Sweet High, more than high, high Sweet High, more than high, high Sweet High, more than high, high Sweet Enough room for you niggas to eat, deep That's a keeper homie, whole lot of square foot to sweep I clean, trampoline, flow lift you off of your feet Tell your king pass the throne or I'll kick you off of your seat Like a drummer, I'll kick you off from your seat Like a drum kit, kick you off with my feat [Outro: SIMON SAYZ] High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high High, more than high, high