Cop a couple grams
Make my way back home
I really hate to be smoking all alone
If you ain't him
Don't call no more
Don't need no friends
I rather be alone
You can try to come in
But I won't open up
It's almost like the real thing
Getting high
It's almost like the real thing
Getting high with you
And no it's not the same thing
Getting high
Without you
Catch me leaving the party too early
I rather be home and be me
I'm pretending to be someone else, yeah
I put on way too many faces
I'm sick of talking to you, babe
I'm tired of playing all these games
I'm a victim of your judgment girl
Your hate for me consumes my world
It's almost like the real thing
Getting high (high with you)
It's almost like the real thing (it's almost like the real thing)
Getting high with you
And no it's not the same thing
Getting high
Without you