Rule #1: Never ever get high on your own supply Never...ever No one listens to my songs on Suno Are they good or bad? Who knows? But I don’t care if they don't share This groovy vibe is mine to wear Some might say, "Why ya gonna try?" I'm all alone and building with A-I No likes, no comments, no replies But I get high on my own supply I get high, oh I get high No one's here and I don't mind Feel that beat, its just my kind Oh I get high on my own supply In my room the world’s so small My little stage my concert hall Playing my tunes just for my soul Letting go and losing all control In my zone, I'm all I need You won’t see me in your feed Look to the sky, yes I can fly ‘Cuz I get high on my own supply I get high, oh I get high No one's here and I don't mind Feel that beat, its just my kind Oh I get high on my own supply I get high oh I get high I get high I rolled up psybient buds to sedate Added reggae roots to elevate Then me hit create, and the song it generate Ooo this sound, it got me in a state In my zone I'm all I need You won’t see me in your feed Look at the sky, I can fly ‘Cause I get high on my own supply I get high, oh I get high No one's here and I don't mind Feel that beat, its just my kind Oh I get high on my own supply I get high, oh I get high No one's here and I don't mind Feel that beat, its just my kind Oh I get high on my own supply Hey, wanna hit? No? Well, more for mi den I get high on my own supply All alone but I touch the sky Don't know why I'm that kind of guy I get high oh I get high oh I get high
