**[Intro – whispered, drowned in reverb]**
Yeah… slime…
Can you take me higher?
Slatt…
**[Pre-Chorus 1]** *(half-sung, lazy auto-tune, Pi’erre-style wavy melody)*
Although I would like my money to fold
And I’d love to see the Southside turn gold
When I’m down… down with the bros
Can you take me higher?
*(Ad-lib: Take me higher, slime… yeah… slatt)*
**[Chorus]** *(let the 808s knock)*
Can you take me higher?
To a place where the percs hit fire?
Feed my lungs that good green desire?
Stackin’ blue faces, never get tired?
Can you take me higher?
Care to take me higher?
*(Ad-lib: Higherrrr… nudy… slatt slatt)*
**[Verse 1]**
Dry lips, got that drought in the trap, uh
Woke up, chopper on lap, that’s a nap, yeah
East Atlanta, slime drippin’ off the map, slatt
Percs poppin’, feel like I’m floatin’ in the trap, higher
Blue hundreds pilin’, count it while it’s pilin’
Opps lurkin’, but my aim steady smilin’
Mumble when I talk, but the bag never silent
Take me to that cloud, where the fiends stay violent, uh
Racks rainin’, no pain in the game, slime
Chasin’ that high, same as Creed in his prime
But my high from the pack, not the stage light shine
Young goosey elevated, sippin’ lean divine, yeah
**[Pre-Chorus 2]**
Although I would like my money to fold
Southside turn gold
When I’m down… down with the bros
Can you take me higher?
**[Chorus]**
**[Verse 2 – Creed pull, fully slimed]**
Up high I feel like I’m floatin’ through dreams, uh
To a place with no pain and no schemin’ on me, slatt
Glock on my hip but my mind in the breeze
Let the world fade away, let the plug send the P’s
In my thoughts I see demons in ski masks, yeah
But the lean in my cup turn the nightmares to abstract
I close my eyes, see the bricks in the ceiling
Southside paradise, that’s the feelin’ I’m chasin’
Although the world is sleepin’, the trap never rest
I’m still up countin’ blessings and bodies and checks
Can you take me higher… than this life I’m in?
Where the angels got face tats and the devil my twin, slime
**[Pre-Chorus 3 – extra slurred, almost falling asleep]**
Although I would like my money to fold… (fold-fold-fold)
And I’d love to see the Southside turn gold… (gold)
When I’m down… down with the bros…
Can you take me higherrrrr?
**[Final Chorus – beat switches to half-time, guitar sample cries]**
Can you take me higher?
To a place where the percs hit fire?
Can you take me higher?
Where the opps expire…
Can you take me higher?
Care to take me higher?
**[Outro – voice fading into the clouds]**
Higher… higher… slime…
Can you take me higher?
*(Ad-libs layered till they disappear: yeah… slatt… nudy… higher… higher…)*
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