text: You dont have to be so cautious if you practise what you preach
  Counting up the stacks on the counter, a fucking disease
  Dont ask me to be righteous if you practise what you teach
  Counting all your blessings the second youre down on your knees
  So why, why
  Dont we get a little high, high?
  Dont we get a little, get a little
  Dont 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 sinking from the surface, swimming in my lungs
  Losing all my vision, religion, Im holding my tongue
  So why, why
  Dont we get a little high, high?
  Dont we get a little, get a little
  Dont we get a little high
  Get a little high, high
  Dont wanna 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?
  Dont we get a little, get a little
  Dont we get a little high
  Get a little high, high