How High - Michael Blume

How high can you count?

How far can you see?

How can I catch up?

Will you wait for me?

What does is taste like?

How does it feel?

What is it made of?

Do you think it’s real?

You got a headstart

More head and more heart

More doors that turn for that urge’s growing to

Remember candy stores

Girlfriend’s hands, the

And countless romances, and middle school dances

A crazy advantage to advance the chances of love

I’m still in the backrow

It’s more wack, I’m doing more blow

It’s a dark path, I do a lot for show, man

I don’t know man, I don’t know

(When I get it right, I)

Question everything in sight

(When I get it right, I)

Doubt myself, this can’t be right

(When I get it right, I)

Question what it feels too tight

When I get it right

How high can you count?

How far can you see?

How can I catch up?

Will you wait for me?

What does is taste like?

How does it feel?

What is it made of?

Do you think it’s real?

Well at least the sun ain’t don’t lie to me, baby

She don’t care

She got no distractions, she always takes action

She’s always right there

Seems like the ones I let into me, baby

They don’t care

They got a million distractions

Leave me with a fraction of my heart

I’ve been wondering for many years

After many tears and many beers

I got confirmation, these are real fears

I’m like an astronaut but I got no gear

Now you can ask me not to act whiny and shit

Put it behind me and shit

Just suck a dick and split

But I’m unprepared and I’m underserved

And it’s my duty to recruit the youth with these words

She got swollen glands, they got wedding plans

Man, he’s the man, I’ll never be the man, man

So yeah, I’m actually kinda fucking pissed

You can put it on my list, a Christmas wish

Is there affirmative action for love, chance of a fraction of love,

a plan of action for these ones, these sums

'Cause don’t make the drop

Knock, knock, who’s there, your favorite faggot

(When I get it right, I)

Question everything in sight

(When I get it right, I)

Doubt myself, this can’t be right

(When I get it right, I)

Question what it feels too tight

When I get it right

How high can you count?

How far can you see?

How can I catch up?

Will you wait for me?

What does is taste like?

How does it feel?

What is it made of?

Do you think it’s real?

Well at least the sun ain’t don’t lie to me, baby

She don’t care

She got no distractions, she always takes action

She’s always right there

Seems like the ones I let into me, baby

They don’t care

They got a million distractions

Leave me with a fraction of my heart

How high can you count?

How far can you see?

How can I catch up?

Will you wait for me?

What does is taste like?

How does it feel?

What is it made of?

Do you think it’s real?