[Intro: Henry Mosto]

(You already know who it is, man)

Break a lil' piece of this pill for my bitch 'cause she still at home

Every sad bitch got good pussy, I ain't ever found a happy ho

We cry together, lie together, worst of all, deny whatever

[Chorus: Henry Mosto]

I nod while I drive and I tell her I'm not high

And she knows it's a lie, but this life is too fly

And we both might die, but we're feelin' so right

You don't even gotta tell me, I already know I'm fried

(Fri-fri— fr-fri— fri-fri-fri-frie—)

[Verse 1: Laker]

Japanese proxy, Balmain shirt

I just slut your bitch out and put her in the earth (Laker)

Yeah, I'm rocking kilts, bitch, this shit ain't a skirt

Yeah, I got these jeans on, I don't know the words

[Verse 2: Marlon DuBois]

I'm eating a Pop-Tart, Balenci jeans on

Your theory's a lost cause, I can't see much

Through the damn fog, let's have a link up

Let's get these bands up, put your hands up

Nothing's changed, features still the same price as your rent

I got too many theories, gave 'em up, can't take 'em back

I can't go to sleep at night so I woke up at 4 p.m

[Chorus: Henry Mosto]

I nod while I drive and I tell her I'm not high

And she knows it's a lie, but this life is too fly

And we both might die, but we're feelin' so right

You don't even gotta tell me, I already know I'm fried

(Fri-fri— fr-fri— fri-fri-fri-frie—)

[Verse 3: Joeyy]

I told myself I'd never snort a pill

I put my card down, we don't split the bill

Handbag'll hold a cordless drill

I'll grab the house key and pop the seal

Fuck fame, I just want money

All this medicine upset my tummy

Walk away, don't talk to me

I'll snort a blue pill through a blue hundred

[Verse 4: Ricky Chix]

All I wanna do with you is share a high

All I wanna do with you is share a high

I be getting high to get by

Bitch, I'm Ricky Chix and I'm going right

Bitch, I'm Ricky Chix and I'm fucking high

I be getting high to get by

[Pre-Chorus: Henry Mosto & Ricky Chix]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

No-no-nod (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

No-no-no-nod

[Chorus: Henry Mosto]

I nod while I drive and I tell her I'm not high

And she knows it's a lie, but this life is too fly

And we both might die, but we're feelin' so right (Aw, man)

Know-knows— fly—