| Song | Gittin High |
| Artist | Trae Tha Truth |
| Album | Life Goes On |
| 作曲 : Rodgers, Thompson | |
| I'm still in it homie, yeah | |
| I ain't never left | |
| A couple more problems under my belt, got me pacin my steps | |
| This year alone enough to feel like my life ain't the same | |
| Everybody watchin cause these haters keep callin my name | |
| I thought it'd get greater when it come to fame | |
| But all this roachin shit they put me thru'll have you smokin ya life away mayne | |
| Still I don't blow at all - | |
| I choose to maintain | |
| Cause whether | |
| I get high or not, my stress gon'be the same thing | |
| Lord knows it ain't easy bein me, it ain't easy keepin it | |
| G Knowin less then a day from now you ain't promised to see | |
| I never light or roll it up, cause | |
| I can fight the pressure | |
| Feelin'I was next watchin my brother | |
| H.A.W.K.lay on the stretcher | |
| They same | |
| I'm crazy cause | |
| I never let my strain out | |
| Everything stuck in my brain, done made it hard to take the stain out | |
| Shit I do a song to take the pain out | |
| And if I wasn't me | |
| I'd probably get a sack and try to blow my brains out [Chorus: Trae + Fat Pat] | |
| Lord knows if | |
| I couldn't maintain | |
| And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain | |
| Then I'd probably be gettin high | |
| If they ain't never introduce me to fame | |
| Or send my ass to live my life in the rain | |
| Then I'd probably be gettin high | |
| Stress got a nigga sittin low | |
| And if I ain't know what | |
| I was livin fo' | |
| Homie I'd probably be gettin high | |
| Lord knows | |
| I'd probably be gettin high [Verse 2: Trae] | |
| I'm in my zone now, everything feel wrong now | |
| For the first time in a long time | |
| I'm on my own now | |
| My life gon'always be realer then most of these folks | |
| They never understand what | |
| I be watchin inside of these locs | |
| It's hard to determine why people around ya | |
| Knowin the real reason they come around, ain't for love or to kick it around ya | |
| I take it slow and live it one day at a time | |
| And blow my thoughts out with this pen, instead of dro to ease a nigga mind | |
| That ain't no knock on gettin high homie | |
| But I choose to live my life and kick it sober, checkin niggas who get fly homie | |
| I watch my surroundings like my surroundings watchin me | |
| Stayin fo'steps ahead of e'm, and drop e'm if they blockin me | |
| Yeah it ain't easy but | |
| I'm known to hold it down | |
| I seen my partna | |
| Shy brother leave home and he still ain't been found | |
| It's been two years but still we fight to never lay it down | |
| And pray he don't get caught, or have to put his people underground [Chorus: Trae + Fat Pat] | |
| Lord knows if | |
| I couldn't maintain | |
| And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain | |
| Then I'd probably be gettin high | |
| If they ain't never introduce me to fame | |
| Or send my ass to live my life in the rain | |
| Then I'd probably be gettin high | |
| Stress got a nigga sittin low | |
| And if I ain't know what | |
| I was livin fo' | |
| Homie I'd probably be gettin high | |
| Lord knows | |
| I'd probably be gettin high |
| zuò qǔ : Rodgers, Thompson | |
| I' m still in it homie, yeah | |
| I ain' t never left | |
| A couple more problems under my belt, got me pacin my steps | |
| This year alone enough to feel like my life ain' t the same | |
| Everybody watchin cause these haters keep callin my name | |
| I thought it' d get greater when it come to fame | |
| But all this roachin shit they put me thru' ll have you smokin ya life away mayne | |
| Still I don' t blow at all | |
| I choose to maintain | |
| Cause whether | |
| I get high or not, my stress gon' be the same thing | |
| Lord knows it ain' t easy bein me, it ain' t easy keepin it | |
| G Knowin less then a day from now you ain' t promised to see | |
| I never light or roll it up, cause | |
| I can fight the pressure | |
| Feelin' I was next watchin my brother | |
| H. A. W. K. lay on the stretcher | |
| They same | |
| I' m crazy cause | |
| I never let my strain out | |
| Everything stuck in my brain, done made it hard to take the stain out | |
| Shit I do a song to take the pain out | |
| And if I wasn' t me | |
| I' d probably get a sack and try to blow my brains out Chorus: Trae Fat Pat | |
| Lord knows if | |
| I couldn' t maintain | |
| And I wasn' t use to goin head up with pain | |
| Then I' d probably be gettin high | |
| If they ain' t never introduce me to fame | |
| Or send my ass to live my life in the rain | |
| Then I' d probably be gettin high | |
| Stress got a nigga sittin low | |
| And if I ain' t know what | |
| I was livin fo' | |
| Homie I' d probably be gettin high | |
| Lord knows | |
| I' d probably be gettin high Verse 2: Trae | |
| I' m in my zone now, everything feel wrong now | |
| For the first time in a long time | |
| I' m on my own now | |
| My life gon' always be realer then most of these folks | |
| They never understand what | |
| I be watchin inside of these locs | |
| It' s hard to determine why people around ya | |
| Knowin the real reason they come around, ain' t for love or to kick it around ya | |
| I take it slow and live it one day at a time | |
| And blow my thoughts out with this pen, instead of dro to ease a nigga mind | |
| That ain' t no knock on gettin high homie | |
| But I choose to live my life and kick it sober, checkin niggas who get fly homie | |
| I watch my surroundings like my surroundings watchin me | |
| Stayin fo' steps ahead of e' m, and drop e' m if they blockin me | |
| Yeah it ain' t easy but | |
| I' m known to hold it down | |
| I seen my partna | |
| Shy brother leave home and he still ain' t been found | |
| It' s been two years but still we fight to never lay it down | |
| And pray he don' t get caught, or have to put his people underground Chorus: Trae Fat Pat | |
| Lord knows if | |
| I couldn' t maintain | |
| And I wasn' t use to goin head up with pain | |
| Then I' d probably be gettin high | |
| If they ain' t never introduce me to fame | |
| Or send my ass to live my life in the rain | |
| Then I' d probably be gettin high | |
| Stress got a nigga sittin low | |
| And if I ain' t know what | |
| I was livin fo' | |
| Homie I' d probably be gettin high | |
| Lord knows | |
| I' d probably be gettin high |