Too High (feat. Cool Amerika) - B.o.B

Too, high I do what I want to Rockstar, lifestyle Rockstar lifestyle, I do what I want to Too high, you can't tell me what I won't do Hott like summer Drip like sauna High fashion, Dolce and Gabbana Rockstar lifestyle, I do what I want to Too high, you can't tell me what I won't do Hott like summer Drip like sauna High fashion, Dolce and Gabbana Gone, my baby say I'm gone too much Home, but I ain't never really home She, mix the percs with marijuana I know the fame, come with percs but I don't want em' Please, if I want it I got it I know this for sure If call her back, she gon' be my lil' one Yea, you won't ever have to work for a damn thing Rockstar lifestyle, I do what I want to Too high, you can't tell me what I won't do Hott like summer Drip like sauna High fashion, Dolce and Gabbana Rockstar lifestyle, I do what I want to Too high, you can't tell me what I won't do Hott like summer Drip like sauna High fashion, Dolce and Gabbana Say I'm gone too much when I'm on one Rockstar, lifestyle

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