Part 1: Higher Learning

[Intro: Dave B]

Yes

Yeah

All you gotta say is

Yeah

(Yeah)

Check, yeah

[Verse 1: Dave B]

Inhale, exhale

A couple infidels indulging in infidelity

You tellin' me you never ever hit the blunt before? (Lyin')

I mean I kinda was that way before a nigga had tried it

Let me tell you something 'bout these niggas you ride with

All of 'em funny guys, on they Dolemite shit

I might shit on all of 'em, though the flow is clean

Girl, your lips are red (Lips are red)

And dro is green (Dro is green)

And my paper's white (Paper's white)

And my lighter black (Lighter black)

Go and give it a flick, I know you likin' that

I might invite distractions to all of your study sessions

Callin' it higher learning, minus learning a lesson

[Hook: Dave B]

I said we go high (high, high)

I said we go high (high, high)

I said we go high (high, high, high, high)

I said we go high (high, high)

I said we go high (high, high)

I said we go high (high, high, high, high)

Yes

[Verse 2: Thig Nat]

8 PM, I look up and check my celly

Hope to find a text or some shit she tell me

Like "I miss you hella"

Meanwhile, I'm lacing my boots and I'm 'bout to hit my fellas

Like "What's popping?" Pop, it ain't nothing but a word

So I'm making reality from the pavement to the curb

Started on Rainier but now I'm racing down on Third

Avenue, stabbing through, I'm kind of a savage who

Make a killing off putting words together while passing through

And hittin' the clubs is just not really something I have to do

I'd rather be in the stu', or maybe sipping a brew

Or maybe kick it with you, and lately I'm feeling cool

My album about to hit, these niggas was sleepin', tucked

These bitches about to flip, I'm Jerry without the drip

In other words, kind of slick

It's necessary and very inclinable about your whip

[Hook: Dave B]

I said we go high (high, high)

I said we go high (high, high)

I said we go high (high, high, high, high)

I said we go high (high, high)

I said we go high (high, high)

I said we go high (high, high, high, high)

Yes

Part 2: Pay Rent (Interlude)

[Verse: Thig Nat]

We lovers, we fighters

We fuckin, we figure

Folding these cards would be a forfeit

So for it, I'm in your (Orbit)

I'm floating above the cumulus

This communion was luminous

So we toasted a drink or a few

And knew this would (Do to us)

Switching from random bitches

While bitches pandering bidness

My spits is some of the richest

You heard in person or (Distant)

Not Chris, but we still tryna make it up in America

I'm in your brain while most niggas rather just sit right here

Stare at ya, I'm there with ya, I've been right here

This light beer got me thinking how I'm bout to get right near

Maybe sip some, a little [?], while I go tote rope

And take [?] with me, quick my dear

Now, why would we ever go back?

Feet to the wind, eyes on the rack

Got no plans so we land where the champagne heavy

And the fam go half on the set, sir

[Hook: Thig Nat]

I'm in your head so much, I should pay rent

So when you call, I know what you want to do

I'm in your head so much, I should pay rent

So when you call, I know what you want to do

I'm in your head so much, I should pay rent

[Outro: Thig Nat]

I'm in your head so much, I should pay rent

(What you wanna do?)