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, 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, 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, high
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