High for Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit

For hours

That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”

Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways

They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves

Justified it using what Christianity would say

Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way

That’s why ISIS is in crisis

But in reality this country do the same shit

Take a life and call it righteous

Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly

In a hotel lobby after a show

Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN

Covering the action

They read the headline and then they all started clapping

As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer

I stood there for a second watch them high five each other

For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill

But police still letting off niggas in the Ville

Claiming that he reached for a gun

They really think we dumb and got a death wish

Now somebody’s son is laying breathless

When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas

Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus

Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas

Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice

Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering

Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling

And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him

Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him

Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks

Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope

Raised my hand and asked a man a question

‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?

And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president

What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’

Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift

He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift

He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware

I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared

But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?

He said there’s things that I wanna fix

But you know this shit nigga, politics

Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing

You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be

But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me

Change is slow, always has been, always will be

But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me

You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart

Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart

See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want

Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart

Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution

Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?

I used to think it was to over throw oppressors

See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed

But see, it’s not that simple

I got to thinking bout the history of human nature

While this instrumental, play

Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way

Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say

Think about this shit for second, you heard the way

The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold

That’s called a cycle

Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand

Look at the power, but you know what power does to man

Corruption always leads us to the same shit again

So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do

The only real revolution happens right inside of you

I said

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do

The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)

The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)

The type of shit that make you wanna

The type of shit that make you wanna let go

• Artist:J. Cole