I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me high, high, higher . . . until I?m
place sing [Keri Hilson] The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number 1 number 1, number 1 The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna
Here's a little story that I think you'll like It's not about Shaq or Iron Mike So buckle your seatbelts, it's gonna get choppy And listen to the tale
whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers for terror made in america too live fuck the property or give me my props properly high off life this high technology
Look down and keep on singing and we can go anywhere Are you there? Are you there or are you just a decoy dream in my head? Am I home or am I simply
don't come unglued Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood Wide eyed, panic on the getaway The high tide could take me so far away
starlight Close your eyes and cuddle close to me I'll try not to wake you Or make a sound while you're dozing off But in the night should the high tide
on where you?re standing And how much breath is in your chest If it came down to it Would you high-tail home and hide? Or dance on fire and enjoy the
more. Don't wanna choose black or blue, Don't wanna see what they done to you, Don't wanna live in my father's house no more 'Cause the tide is high
feel the funk flowin' in ya veins? Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks In tha mix I got the stix and stones, a few bricks I'm gonna hit 'em high, he's gonna
's rainin' ten below zero Kinda cold outside, yes it is cold Tornado, hurricane and high tide I tell you why homey Had a homeboy, down with me Or so
matter how high you get You gon' come up short like Spud Webb My DUI's get waved by saying bye Still ridin' with no L's like James Tide, can't change
cigarettes and fancy cars You ain't a clue who or what you are You're dreaming your life away Fish out of water Go swim in the tide today Fish out of
survive the rising of the tide Drown in they own blood Like pigs in the mud Insert a few buds Make sure he don't bud Or toss or throw away I don't hold
To see the pain in your face is the same as mine It?s not a game or a race but the stakes is high We maintain our mistakes for the sake of sides As
upright bass, we can't stand it Smiling through the trouble we face, tryna manage My way without pumping my brakes and staying stagnant 'Cause I can sit on my ass or
it Stand by baby, where you at? Raise ya hand high You don't suck what that's a damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fam tide, so I need a real chick