Whethan, Dua Lipa – High

Whethan, Dua Lipa - High

You don't have to be so cautious
If you practice what you preach
Counting up the stacks on the counter
A fucking (disease)
Don't ask me to be righteous
If you practice what you teach
Counting all your blessings the second you're down on your knees

So why, why?
Don't we get a little high, high?

Don't we get a little–
Get a little–
Don't we get a little high
Get a little high, high

Keep my head under the water
Pride buried in my chest
Not counting all the minutes, the seconds
Not holdin' my (breath)
Now sinking from the surface
Swimming in my lungs
Losing all my vision, religion
I'm holding my tongue

So why, why?
Don't we get a little high, high?

Don't we get a little–
Get a little–
Don't we get a little high
Get a little high

Don't want to pay attention to the writing on the wall
Painted with aggression, and dripping when you call
Not gonna learn my lesson
Am I running out of time?
So, why?
Why?
Why?

Don't we get a little–
Get a little–
Don't we get a little high
Get a little high

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