Hi-Dea's Lyrics
| Song | Hi-Dea's |
| Artist | Classified |
| Album | Classified |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : David Christiensen/Luke Boyd/Mark Pellizer/Mike Boyd Sr. | |
| 作曲 : David Christiensen/Luke Boyd/Mark Pellizer/Mike Boyd Sr. | |
| [Hook] | |
| Sometimes it feels like | |
| All I do is make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas | |
| I just make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hi-deas | |
| [Verse 1: Classified] | |
| I took a puff puff pass, before I finished touching up the track | |
| Now my minds racing in circles and running laps | |
| Trying to figure what to write and come up with these raps | |
| But I’m struggling and fighting trying to surpass my past | |
| Scribbling these words with these concepts and topics | |
| Feeling like my vocab has almost been exhausted | |
| I’m burning out trying to come up with these hi-deas | |
| Like here’s an idea | |
| I write a song about what I love and hate | |
| Like I love to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches | |
| I love getting drunk but hate it the next morning | |
| Hate the sound check, but always lovin' the performance | |
| Love for the ladies with a lot of self confidence | |
| But hate the attitude learn to take a ****ing compliment | |
| Hate for the critics and nah forget | |
| Its back to the draw board let’s give them what they calling for | |
| I've met so many people and been so many places | |
| That’s why I want to write a song called forgotten faces | |
| A lot of friends have come and gone and I’ll always remember them | |
| But I can’t put a picture in my head that resembles them | |
| And these are real friends that I hung every day | |
| They built my character and attitude in many ways | |
| From my teacher to my coaches to my school yard friends | |
| Maybe someday I’ll see your face again | |
| What a hi-dea | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Aight let me try something different | |
| Bring the strings in | |
| [Verse 2: Classified] | |
| And I’ve been trying to write a love song for my girl since I met her | |
| Something real romantic like let’s get fat together | |
| Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the couch eating whatever | |
| Watching movie clips with taco chips and nacho dips and peppers (mhmm) | |
| We had a couple ups and down and made it through | |
| Love each other, our family, our sex and our food | |
| These are words flowing on my pencil on this instrumental | |
| Or maybe I should switch it up a bit adjust the tempo like | |
| I change the beat if the topic ain’t working | |
| Fall on the floor that’s perfect sounds current | |
| Following the formula is that what you stand for? | |
| How come all these douche bags keep running the dance floor? | |
| Douche douche douche bag | |
| Do it like this and you too can make a douche hit | |
| You talking big game but never gonna do shit | |
| Your girl ain’t smelling right tell her douche it | |
| Dance, nah **** it back to the music | |
| I had this hi-dea about rock and roll | |
| And how I think it’s similar to the way that hip hop will grow | |
| They thought it was a fad made by African Americans | |
| And no mother or dad wanted any children hearing 'em | |
| Hated by the church they called it devil music | |
| Now these Christian rock bands encourages kids to do it | |
| Time changes everything I see it right now | |
| It ain’t just hip hop or rock & roll it’s a lifestyle | |
| [Hook] | |
| All I do is make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas | |
| I just make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hi-deas, yeah | |
| And now I’m getting so high (x2) | |
| [Outro] | |
| I was goin' to write a track called clichés, just talk about all those clichés you see | |
| Those clichés you hear in life | |
| I was goin’ to write a track called small town, I come from a small town | |
| When things are a little bit slower | |
| Everybody knows your name it’s just a little different | |
| I was goin’ to write a track called I know I shouldn’t do it but I love too | |
| Like smoking this weed, guilty pleasures | |
| Yeah crazy hi-deas |
| zuo ci : David Christiensen Luke Boyd Mark Pellizer Mike Boyd Sr. | |
| zuo qu : David Christiensen Luke Boyd Mark Pellizer Mike Boyd Sr. | |
| Hook | |
| Sometimes it feels like | |
| All I do is make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hideas, crazy hideas | |
| I just make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hideas | |
| Verse 1: Classified | |
| I took a puff puff pass, before I finished touching up the track | |
| Now my minds racing in circles and running laps | |
| Trying to figure what to write and come up with these raps | |
| But I' m struggling and fighting trying to surpass my past | |
| Scribbling these words with these concepts and topics | |
| Feeling like my vocab has almost been exhausted | |
| I' m burning out trying to come up with these hideas | |
| Like here' s an idea | |
| I write a song about what I love and hate | |
| Like I love to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches | |
| I love getting drunk but hate it the next morning | |
| Hate the sound check, but always lovin' the performance | |
| Love for the ladies with a lot of self confidence | |
| But hate the attitude learn to take a ing compliment | |
| Hate for the critics and nah forget | |
| Its back to the draw board let' s give them what they calling for | |
| I' ve met so many people and been so many places | |
| That' s why I want to write a song called forgotten faces | |
| A lot of friends have come and gone and I' ll always remember them | |
| But I can' t put a picture in my head that resembles them | |
| And these are real friends that I hung every day | |
| They built my character and attitude in many ways | |
| From my teacher to my coaches to my school yard friends | |
| Maybe someday I' ll see your face again | |
| What a hidea | |
| Bridge | |
| Aight let me try something different | |
| Bring the strings in | |
| Verse 2: Classified | |
| And I' ve been trying to write a love song for my girl since I met her | |
| Something real romantic like let' s get fat together | |
| Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the couch eating whatever | |
| Watching movie clips with taco chips and nacho dips and peppers mhmm | |
| We had a couple ups and down and made it through | |
| Love each other, our family, our sex and our food | |
| These are words flowing on my pencil on this instrumental | |
| Or maybe I should switch it up a bit adjust the tempo like | |
| I change the beat if the topic ain' t working | |
| Fall on the floor that' s perfect sounds current | |
| Following the formula is that what you stand for? | |
| How come all these douche bags keep running the dance floor? | |
| Douche douche douche bag | |
| Do it like this and you too can make a douche hit | |
| You talking big game but never gonna do shit | |
| Your girl ain' t smelling right tell her douche it | |
| Dance, nah it back to the music | |
| I had this hidea about rock and roll | |
| And how I think it' s similar to the way that hip hop will grow | |
| They thought it was a fad made by African Americans | |
| And no mother or dad wanted any children hearing ' em | |
| Hated by the church they called it devil music | |
| Now these Christian rock bands encourages kids to do it | |
| Time changes everything I see it right now | |
| It ain' t just hip hop or rock roll it' s a lifestyle | |
| Hook | |
| All I do is make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hideas, crazy hideas | |
| I just make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hideas, yeah | |
| And now I' m getting so high x2 | |
| Outro | |
| I was goin' to write a track called cliche s, just talk about all those cliche s you see | |
| Those cliche s you hear in life | |
| I was goin' to write a track called small town, I come from a small town | |
| When things are a little bit slower | |
| Everybody knows your name it' s just a little different | |
| I was goin' to write a track called I know I shouldn' t do it but I love too | |
| Like smoking this weed, guilty pleasures | |
| Yeah crazy hideas |
| zuò cí : David Christiensen Luke Boyd Mark Pellizer Mike Boyd Sr. | |
| zuò qǔ : David Christiensen Luke Boyd Mark Pellizer Mike Boyd Sr. | |
| Hook | |
| Sometimes it feels like | |
| All I do is make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hideas, crazy hideas | |
| I just make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hideas | |
| Verse 1: Classified | |
| I took a puff puff pass, before I finished touching up the track | |
| Now my minds racing in circles and running laps | |
| Trying to figure what to write and come up with these raps | |
| But I' m struggling and fighting trying to surpass my past | |
| Scribbling these words with these concepts and topics | |
| Feeling like my vocab has almost been exhausted | |
| I' m burning out trying to come up with these hideas | |
| Like here' s an idea | |
| I write a song about what I love and hate | |
| Like I love to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches | |
| I love getting drunk but hate it the next morning | |
| Hate the sound check, but always lovin' the performance | |
| Love for the ladies with a lot of self confidence | |
| But hate the attitude learn to take a ing compliment | |
| Hate for the critics and nah forget | |
| Its back to the draw board let' s give them what they calling for | |
| I' ve met so many people and been so many places | |
| That' s why I want to write a song called forgotten faces | |
| A lot of friends have come and gone and I' ll always remember them | |
| But I can' t put a picture in my head that resembles them | |
| And these are real friends that I hung every day | |
| They built my character and attitude in many ways | |
| From my teacher to my coaches to my school yard friends | |
| Maybe someday I' ll see your face again | |
| What a hidea | |
| Bridge | |
| Aight let me try something different | |
| Bring the strings in | |
| Verse 2: Classified | |
| And I' ve been trying to write a love song for my girl since I met her | |
| Something real romantic like let' s get fat together | |
| Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the couch eating whatever | |
| Watching movie clips with taco chips and nacho dips and peppers mhmm | |
| We had a couple ups and down and made it through | |
| Love each other, our family, our sex and our food | |
| These are words flowing on my pencil on this instrumental | |
| Or maybe I should switch it up a bit adjust the tempo like | |
| I change the beat if the topic ain' t working | |
| Fall on the floor that' s perfect sounds current | |
| Following the formula is that what you stand for? | |
| How come all these douche bags keep running the dance floor? | |
| Douche douche douche bag | |
| Do it like this and you too can make a douche hit | |
| You talking big game but never gonna do shit | |
| Your girl ain' t smelling right tell her douche it | |
| Dance, nah it back to the music | |
| I had this hidea about rock and roll | |
| And how I think it' s similar to the way that hip hop will grow | |
| They thought it was a fad made by African Americans | |
| And no mother or dad wanted any children hearing ' em | |
| Hated by the church they called it devil music | |
| Now these Christian rock bands encourages kids to do it | |
| Time changes everything I see it right now | |
| It ain' t just hip hop or rock roll it' s a lifestyle | |
| Hook | |
| All I do is make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hideas, crazy hideas | |
| I just make beats smoke weed | |
| And come up with these hideas, yeah | |
| And now I' m getting so high x2 | |
| Outro | |
| I was goin' to write a track called cliché s, just talk about all those cliché s you see | |
| Those cliché s you hear in life | |
| I was goin' to write a track called small town, I come from a small town | |
| When things are a little bit slower | |
| Everybody knows your name it' s just a little different | |
| I was goin' to write a track called I know I shouldn' t do it but I love too | |
| Like smoking this weed, guilty pleasures | |
| Yeah crazy hideas |
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