Smoove & Turrell - Higher lyrics

Your patter doesn't really matter Do you think that you own this crowd You got your little grown look Plastic talk to boot Been everywhere that is your sound Behind your little red robe Trying hard to gloat but you can't With your so called friends and their empty hands Phone full of numbers But nobody wants to call y' come on Cause you're higher than yourself, oh yeah You think that all of this matters, they're total backstabbers Look around at who you've become You're getting higher to protect yourself, oh yeah And it don't mean nothing, silly fools they'll all be laughing To the same, to the same old hell A personality broker s** them in so they can choke ya Do you think that you fool this crowd? You're k**ing all imagination Man it's your own creation Worst of all you're smug and proud Behind your little gla** screen Trying hard to breath but you can't Cause things come round the corner, better watch your back stalker Got a phone full of numbers But you've been cut off by your brothers, come on Cause you're higher than yourself, oh yeah You think that all of this matters, they're total backstabbers Look around at who you've become You're getting higher to protect yourself, oh yeah And it don't mean nothing, silly fools they'll all be laughing To the same, to the same old hell