Higher

Album: Headlines! (2010)
Charted: 10
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  • Hey, Flo Rida
    Frankie, Mollie
    Una, Vanessa, Rochelle
    What you doin' Saturday, girl?

    I'm doing nothing
    'Cause then at least I'm doing nothing wrong
    And I'm gon' stay in on my own
    And turn off my telephone
    If nothing's gained, then nothing's won

    And you can tell 'em
    Yeah, you can say whatever, I don't care, yeah
    And if you wanna play it cool
    Then I got news for you
    It's getting hotter, hotter in here

    So when I speak, listen, this is my decision
    And you keep on messing up the words (oh, oh)
    So when I speak, listen 'cause you keep on pushing
    Like I need permission to be heard (oh, oh)
    I'm gonna lift it, lift it higher
    I'm gonna lift it, lift it higher
    So when I speak, listen, this is my decision
    And you keep on messing up the words

    I'm getting closer
    I'm moving in and, yeah, I think you know
    'Cause I am sick of playing games
    And I'm not gon' say no names
    But you and I know who to blame

    So you can tell 'em
    Yeah, you can go ahead and put it straight
    'Cause I am finishing myself
    And I do not need your help
    I'm gonna do this, do right

    So when I speak, listen, this is my decision
    And you keep on messing up the words (oh, oh)
    So when I speak, listen 'cause you keep on pushing
    Like I need permission to be heard (oh oh)
    I'm gonna lift it, lift it higher
    I'm gonna lift it, lift it higher
    So when I speak, listen, this is my decision
    And you keep on messing up the words

    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    She said I'm messin' up the words, but this ain't what I heard
    I get it firsthand, tryna push me to the curb
    Just what I deserve, I get on the nerves
    Damn, she got curves, all of it is hers
    I talk, she talk, but then it's my fault
    When I'm leavin', she be trippin', I did nothin' at all
    Put me on the mission, tryna listen to the broad
    Sayin' I got a feelin' like she's speakin' to the wall
    No understanding, shawty demanding
    Yappin', spin the rap, got my head in a bandage
    Girl, follow your mouth, I been takin' advantage
    Say you're sick of my crap and then I hear

    So when I speak, listen, this is my decision (yeah, yeah)
    And you keep on messing up the words (oh, oh, keep on messing up the words)
    So when I speak, listen 'cause you keep on pushing
    Like I need permission to be heard (oh, oh)
    I'm gonna lift it, lift it higher
    I'm gonna lift it, lift it higher
    So when I speak, listen, this is my decision (oh)
    And you keep on messing up the words Writer/s: Arnthor Birgisson, Ina Wroldsen
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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