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Living The High Life
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CHORUS
We're living the high life
Whatever goes up, comes down again
Drawn in by the bright lights
In a bottle of brown I found a friend
We're living the high life
Whatever goes up, comes down again
I was lost in a crowd, im found again
VERSE
Easy does it on a summery day
Gluggin' as if I'm flushing like a oner a day
Guzzlin' while I'm bumpin' some NWA
But it doesn't mean I want no trouble comin' my way
Hittin' the pub after bumpin' some funk
Beer garden, smoke a tab is what I does when im drunk
I'm talking loud like I'm witty and clever
And whoever's ear I'm bending they're just thinkin' ''whatever''
Franks back and he's zig zaggin' already
I look a little crackers but i'm actually merry
Actin unsteady, unaware the feeling is hostile
Cos every single thing I seem to speak is the gospel
Got pull, like all the ladies checkin the Joseph!
The people stop and stare, the bare chested and bloated
Dissin' my peeps, end up bundled into a taxi
Now this is what I do to relax me, I live it up!
Were livin' the high life
Whatever goes up, comes down again
Drawn in by the bright lights
In a bottle of brown I found a friend
Were livin' the high life
Whatever goes up, comes down again
I was lost in a crowd, im found again
BRIDGE
So get it down your neck and have another one
And throw it down the hatch til the sun is gone
You don't like me when i'm drunk, you can run along
When the day turns into night
I didn't know my limits now I've come undone
I drunk away the problems I was running from
You can catch me in the morning when the fun is gone
When the dark turns into light
CHORUS
2ND VERSE
Eyelids heavy like a couple of lead weights
Head bangin', ears ringing from fat bass
Breath stinkin', with a lingering bad taste
I wake up to empty cans and full ashtrays
Can't recall a damn thing about that evenin'
Angry texts from friends, but cant remember speakin'
Must of been steamin'
I dunno whats real or a dream, but I must of got a beatin' for no reason
Jesus!
Cheeks all swollen and bleedin'
Otis, I see him looking just how I'm feelin'
Frying a feast but the idea of eatin' got me dry heavin'
Every weekend repeated
Two nurofen, black coffee and I whitey
What goes down comes up again
Unsightly!
Cursing the wretched bird song
Maybe this is a lesson I learn from
Naaaaa!
CHORUS
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THREE KINGS HIGH Bristol, UK
Three Kings High are an amalgamation of Bristol’s diverse influences with big riff heavy guitars, anthemic choruses and indie sensibilities
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