High Beams
Flume"High Beams" is a song by Flume, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:26 long and contains 42 lines and 294 words.
Lyrics
0:14We'll lift when I flip the clutch
0:16Days when I wasted a lot
0:18Some days I was waste like plums
0:19That ain't been ate for months
0:21Months in this place of glum
0:23Food that I ate hit my tum
0:25Can't settle fairytale skin pebbles raised in slum
0:29Somehow I gotta make me some I ain't tryna stay at mum's
0:32Mum said don't play with guns banging and playing on drums
0:36Slanging it under no thumb make me draw from my fund
0:40Putting on pie and eating in crumbs
0:41Get rich then you die don't mean that much
0:59Could be anyone that wouldn't be me
1:01Believing everyone except for me
1:02All I need is TLC block it out with THC
1:06You would know if you seen what I seen
1:08Ain't smooth like Maybelline
1:10Count me out like one two three
1:12Poof I'm gone say my move was strong
1:14Bite it between my teeth
1:15Said I'm moving along do you know where I've been
1:17Back and forth to Timbuktu still
1:19I come through like Mr Sheen
1:21Dealing with Charlie Sheens sad times can you play the strings
1:25No cut no seam looks could kill and I've got high beams
1:58Out of touch off my line
2:00They got laws but I can't comply
2:02Out of luck must be blind
2:03Been blessed so much 'til I question my existence
2:06Without a pot to piss in distant
2:08Travel distance I am Mr Kiddlin
2:10Can't contain my position
2:11No optimism say I'm optimistic
2:13Narcissistic hard to sit with
2:14Middle part and split the difference
2:16Me treat me to exorcism
2:17Bad decision pessimistic
2:18Conflict about fit description
2:20Misunderstanding don't know what I'm planning
2:23Paint a different picture
2:24Need a safe line and life in the caption
2:26Why you live for Insta
We'll lift when I flip the clutch Days when I wasted a lot Some days I was waste like plums That ain't been ate for months Months in this place of glum Food that I ate hit my tum Can't settle fairytale skin pebbles raised in slum Somehow I gotta make me some I ain't tryna stay at mum's Mum said don't play with guns banging and playing on drums Slanging it under no thumb make me draw from my fund Putting on pie and eating in crumbs Get rich then you die don't mean that much Could be anyone that wouldn't be me Believing everyone except for me All I need is TLC block it out with THC You would know if you seen what I seen Ain't smooth like Maybelline Count me out like one two three Poof I'm gone say my move was strong Bite it between my teeth Said I'm moving along do you know where I've been Back and forth to Timbuktu still I come through like Mr Sheen Dealing with Charlie Sheens sad times can you play the strings No cut no seam looks could kill and I've got high beams Out of touch off my line They got laws but I can't comply Out of luck must be blind Been blessed so much 'til I question my existence Without a pot to piss in distant Travel distance I am Mr Kiddlin Can't contain my position No optimism say I'm optimistic Narcissistic hard to sit with Middle part and split the difference Me treat me to exorcism Bad decision pessimistic Conflict about fit description Misunderstanding don't know what I'm planning Paint a different picture Need a safe line and life in the caption Why you live for Insta
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