Title: High Society
Artist: Thigpen Road
Release Year: 2025
Album: Too Much Smoke
ISRC: QT6F42527841
ASCAP: 933348590
Song Lyrics for High Society
I wake up slow, coffee cooling on the table
Light one up soon as I’m feeling able
Ain’t drivin’ no Benz, ain’t wearin’ no gold
But I got a good vibe and a heart that won’t fold
Neighbors wave when they see me floatin’ by
Say, “There he goes again look at that guy.”
Yeah, I’m broke but I’m chill, man, I’m doin’ just fine
Got a buzz, got a beat, got a moment that’s mine
Don’t need much but a flame and a couple of friends
We light it up, laugh loud, do it all again
Welcome to High Society, baby, take a seat
Ain’t got caviar, but we got good weed
Cheap drinks on deck, good times guaranteed
Yeah, we livin’ real nice in the land of the free
No fancy tux, no high-class notoriety
Just smoke, jokes, and low-budget variety
Yeah, this is High Society
Got a folding chair throne in my backyard scene
And a king-size bowl full of bargain-store green
We pass it ’round like a royal decree
Everybody’s invited if you vibe, you’re family
I talk big dreams with my feet in the grass
Half the time I’m deep, half the time talkin’ trash
We ain’t rich, but we rich in a different way
Laugh so hard the whole damn porch might sway
If you’re feelin’ kinda low, man, pull up tonight
We’ll raise you up with a spark and a little moonlight
Welcome to High Society, baby, take a seat
Ain’t got champagne, but we got mad peace
Cheap beer in hand, good times guaranteed
Yeah, we livin’ real loud in the land of the free
No velvet ropes, no high-class notoriety
Just smoke, jokes, and low-budget variety
Yeah, this is High Society
We don’t stress, we don’t flex
Ain’t chasin’ stacks, we just chase what’s next
Got love, got laughs, got a backyard band
Somebody grab a pot, yeah, we improv jam
Might look simple from outside the fence
But good vibes, my friend, are a hell of a flex
Welcome to High Society, baby, take a seat
Ain’t got caviar, but we got good weed
Cheap drinks on deck, good times guaranteed
Yeah, we livin’ real nice in the land of the free
No fancy suits, no top-floor notoriety
Just smoke, jokes, and low-budget variety
Yeah, this is High Society
Come on in and get high with me
Come on in and get high with me
