Higher (Maserati) Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Elevate to meditate
Elevate to meditate
Levitate, levitate
Haha
Yeah

[Chorus]
I've been getting higher, higher, higher
I've been getting higher, higher, higher
Pill pop, shorty, I do not need a lighter
Mix Codeine, make Promethazine cider
Molly got her hyper, hyper, hyper
Body's on fire, fire, fire
I'ma burn this Backwood like a Maserati tire
Put some wings on a Maserati, Maserati pilot

[Verse 1]
Put some wings on a new Bugatti, now a nigga soarin'
Compare me to Michael Jackson and Jordan
My soul in your vitals, it takes away your torment
Fucking college bitches tryna get rid of this depression (Yeah)
Let me in your dorm, shorty wet and shorty warm
Should've been warn
Got me tatted on her face, she said I'm her lucky charm
Put a frown on her face, I'ma leave her heart torn
I fuck her like I hate her, we be making rockstar porn (Yeah)