Lyrics: Ting Chun Deborah Fan/Jephté Kweto
High, high
[Verse 1: Deb Fan]
And you got me, oh (high)
How'd I get so out of touch?
And I try to be so patient waiting for your love
But it's too much
You love to see me fall
Then fix me up just to tear me apart
And one day, I'd see it all
But I can't decide how to leave this war
You got the best of me
I'm no good without you
You got the best of me
A fantasy, I know it's true
[Verse 2: Deb Fan]
I don't like the drama, caught up in confusion
Pebbles in my hand, might cause a couple bruises
My oppositions tryna find excuses
But it don't matter, I'm just on to better things
Stop pretending
I'm on a mission doing all the things you hate (hate)
[Verse 3: jev.]
Charge your D, ayy, uh
I called you back, yеah, sold you 'bout commitment (okay)
None of them in London Town, you adding out thе pocket
Running out of trust, b***h, I'm running out of patience
Had to step it back just to re-evaluate this
Rather catch the flow and not the feels
So we start ****ing, that's the only way they heal
That's how I'm feeling, so ****ing feelings
I'm not here for the consequences
They told you about me, I'm indecisive
Okay, now hoes on top of hoes and they complicate the mask
Still I'm really glad you asked, yeah, I'm toxic, girl
I like this girl too and your best friend too
So that's one plus one, but I'll **** you too
You got the (I got the) best part of me
I'm no good without you
You got the best part of me
A fantasy I know is true
High, high
High, high
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High, high
High, high
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High, high
High, high