Highest Songtext
von Samara Cyn

Walking impatient
Fast like my mind
Anticipation
God, give me time
Caught in a circus
Chaos at home
God keep me gracious
God keep me whole

That′s the price of peace, damn
Half what's left of me, man
Bitches will hate for free
That′s the price of peace, damn
Half what's left of me, man
Bitches will hate for free


Tire screech
Drifting through the air
Could be the highest in the room
Avoiding ceiling fans
Bitch, just give me space
Enough to spread the hand
Patiently waiting for the other side
Fucking on the plans

Always knew a bitch like me was gon' make it
Look good even when I had to fake it
Walk in every room like a million-dollar baby
Came down for me to grab it, I ain′t never had to chase it, baby

I was broke, I was poor, I had money on the low
Made a bag, ran it up, then I lost it on the tour
Had me feeling like I should′ve kept that corporate gig at home
When I finally made the call, man, they ain't pick up the phone

God do it when I won′t, I do shit that you don't
I tell it when to move, it don′t move 'til I say go
This shit was made for me, I′m gon' freak it when I want
Man, we should make a toast, bitch, I feel like Shawty Lo

That's the price of peace, damn
Half what′s left of me, man
Bitches will hate for free
That′s the price of peace, damn
Half what's left of me, man
Bitches will hate for free