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High Road is a track by Skepta, taken from the album “Insomnia”, released March 27, 2020 on SKC M29. It runs 3:51 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Play button above when a verified stream is available, or choose a listening service from the other options.

Within the album sequence, this recording sits alongside Mains, Golden Brown, Waze. Open the album page to compare the full running order and the listening options available for each song.

Song details

Song
High Road
Artist
Skepta
Release
Insomnia
Format
Album
Duration
3:51
Release date
March 27, 2020
Record label
SKC M29
Content notice
Explicit

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I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet Yo f**k whoever thinking they king I got no homage Who taught you to be versatile and took the stones for it Who showed North you could make it out young Without the ACs robberies and going cunch listen up I see the unemployment high everybody scrapping Trap rap popping population trapping Basic but you popping I ain't tryna knock your vision But I miss the days when if you couldn't rap you didn't You've seen what buj' can do to humans that s**t real evil I never made P off anything that kills people Except for the times I touched mic and killed people I ain't spoke to him in time he thinks we still peoples Use to be my darg he was in my left titty Chip left n***as n***as never left Chippy But I ain't chatty patty all your secrets safe with me Still touch mic and pop corn stay killy I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet Listen the whole city's sleeping only the kitties creeping I'm doing vampire hours celly forever beeping In a position you never wish you would ever be in I went to sleep in the morning I rise up in the evening And I ain't waiting to die I'm tryna live in heaven F**k n***as the fiends taught me the biggest lessons It's sink or swim I'm in it to win Tryna dodge bin whipping up lemonade when they give me lemons International S Had to book the top floor sit back and reflect I could still be up in the streets with a strap and vest But I'm in the bank doing mathematics cashing them cheques I told my daughter 'bubba daddy gon' be back in sec' Like Yakaa Dee your daddy he's a wizard with words I put 'em in a verse now I got some bags to collect And all these ladies seeing is the racks on my neck Can't they see that if it ain't Idris which n***a is James Bond with it I got a license to kill s**tting on the critiques Diamonds are forever my gold finger got stones in it This model calling she wanna give me a home visit Mowa Lola shades Alyx jeans Alexander McQueen tees still the steeze so exquisite I got nothing to prove these n***as know I did it Been a top boy before I ever wrote a lyric I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet Yeah I watched my favourite fiend Donna die PTSD last time I saw her she was horrified What the f**k you know about when you don't wanna ride But n***as hit your n***a so you out there tryna hollow guys Everybody got a heart it's what's hollow inside Talking to her she so sonic with lies Came with a wap but I pay all my tax I pray my salat grab my toolie and then hit up them flats facts SK CM n***as brain ain't intact That's three GOATs spitting rap and we spraying some facts I look at my watch and then I turn on the tap The jakes tryna catch me slipping so I turn off the maps My baby mother will tell you that I'm addicted to waps My older brother will tell you that I was 7 in flats Akh' I'mma go down the loneliest road It's hard to spin your life 'round when you come from the road I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet I stay and hold my guns I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet feds still on the scene I bet

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Full tracklist

  1. 01 Mains E 3:50
  2. 02 Golden Brown E 4:11
  3. 03 Waze E 3:17
  4. 04 Demons (feat. Dirtbike LB) E 2:48
  5. 05 St Tropez E 2:43
  6. 06 Insomnia Interlude E 2:31
  7. 07 Star In The Hood E 2:38
  8. 08 Mic Check E 2:46
  9. 09 Traumatised E 2:45
  10. 10 Sin City E 2:57
  11. 11 Intro E 1:10
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