Highs and Lows by EZRA Lyrics
[Chorus 1: Ezra]
High highs to low lows (x4)
[Verse 1: Ezra]
I go from high highs to low lows
Oh yes to oh no, Johnny Storm to Frozone
Every king needs his own thrown, homegrown
Sometimes I gotta be alone, hang me up like an old phone
Cause my mood swings like a pendulum
Your music for the deaf and dumb
But my bang like a loaded gun
Play this song again when it’s done, re-run, look what we done
Split personalities, so what the fuck is reality? (Whoa)
[Chorus 2: A-Styles]
Looking at the sky analyzing all the stars
I can reconnect my soul that I cannot see in me
Wasn’t with me in my lows won’t expect
For you to be there in highs and I’m sorry
That’s the way is suppose to be
Bring that shit back I’m representing all my equity
Bring that shit back nobody fucking with my destiny
I’m living proof when you failing on your lows
You decide to get back running physically along with mentally
[Chorus 1: Ezra]
High highs to low lows (x4)
[Verse 2: Ezra]
When I’m high everybody knows
And when I’m not my sadness shows
Baseline unpredictable, mind ain’t fixable, disorders clinical Personality cynical, except when I’m optimistic
Stick shift, ride this dick bitch, watch me get up in it
Damn you so wet like I’m plugging up a damn
Get me high like I smoked a gram
Cause sometimes I don’t like who I am, god damn
[Chorus 2: A-Styles]
Looking at the sky analyzing all the stars
I can reconnect my soul that I cannot see in me
Wasn’t with me in my lows won’t expect
For you to be there in highs and I’m sorry
That’s the way is suppose to be
Bring that shit back I’m representing all my equity
Bring that shit back nobody fucking with my destiny
I’m living proof when you failing on your lows
You decide to get back running physically along with mentally
[Chorus 1: Ezra]
High highs to low lows (x4)
[Verse 3: Ezra]
I don’t understand this mood ring
How’d I get so high with no wings?
Don’t need meds, I’m a puppet with no strings
Don’t care what Simon says
Just listen to that pretty voice sing, and go ahead and ride with me Lean back and vibe with me, smoke away the pain
Getting high with me, leaving this dimension
When I’m sad I spiral in a downward direction
Depression a mental infection, yeah...over drugs we obsessin...
The devil likes to give a taste of heaven...yeah man tell em...
[Outro: A-Styles]
Come and talk if you need me
But I know your not easy
In my lows and I’m deeply
Invested but you only call me when you need me...
High highs to low lows (x4)
[Verse 1: Ezra]
I go from high highs to low lows
Oh yes to oh no, Johnny Storm to Frozone
Every king needs his own thrown, homegrown
Sometimes I gotta be alone, hang me up like an old phone
Cause my mood swings like a pendulum
Your music for the deaf and dumb
But my bang like a loaded gun
Play this song again when it’s done, re-run, look what we done
Split personalities, so what the fuck is reality? (Whoa)
[Chorus 2: A-Styles]
Looking at the sky analyzing all the stars
I can reconnect my soul that I cannot see in me
Wasn’t with me in my lows won’t expect
For you to be there in highs and I’m sorry
That’s the way is suppose to be
Bring that shit back I’m representing all my equity
Bring that shit back nobody fucking with my destiny
I’m living proof when you failing on your lows
You decide to get back running physically along with mentally
[Chorus 1: Ezra]
High highs to low lows (x4)
[Verse 2: Ezra]
When I’m high everybody knows
And when I’m not my sadness shows
Baseline unpredictable, mind ain’t fixable, disorders clinical Personality cynical, except when I’m optimistic
Stick shift, ride this dick bitch, watch me get up in it
Damn you so wet like I’m plugging up a damn
Get me high like I smoked a gram
Cause sometimes I don’t like who I am, god damn
[Chorus 2: A-Styles]
Looking at the sky analyzing all the stars
I can reconnect my soul that I cannot see in me
Wasn’t with me in my lows won’t expect
For you to be there in highs and I’m sorry
That’s the way is suppose to be
Bring that shit back I’m representing all my equity
Bring that shit back nobody fucking with my destiny
I’m living proof when you failing on your lows
You decide to get back running physically along with mentally
[Chorus 1: Ezra]
High highs to low lows (x4)
[Verse 3: Ezra]
I don’t understand this mood ring
How’d I get so high with no wings?
Don’t need meds, I’m a puppet with no strings
Don’t care what Simon says
Just listen to that pretty voice sing, and go ahead and ride with me Lean back and vibe with me, smoke away the pain
Getting high with me, leaving this dimension
When I’m sad I spiral in a downward direction
Depression a mental infection, yeah...over drugs we obsessin...
The devil likes to give a taste of heaven...yeah man tell em...
[Outro: A-Styles]
Come and talk if you need me
But I know your not easy
In my lows and I’m deeply
Invested but you only call me when you need me...