So High

I ooo baby
High
Baby baby baby baby

I'm high as giraffe ass
The moment she pasted gas
Coughing up a lung
Got me sounding like aflax
So much smoke up in the room
You in need of a hazmat
You ain't put in on the bag
My nigga so back back (Oh)
Circle like a ritual
Passing individual
Lighters many in the room
You would this it was a vigil
On that get you stuck
Make you forget what you finna do
Smoke until it's all gone
Ain't that what that Devin do
Some of my sweet be tight (Bun)
Some of my sweet be fucked up
All of my sweet gone burn
Killa smoke get sucked up
Reefer really make you happy
You should be blaze
I don't know bout you but
I feel amazing
Young on that Reggie
Now I get it by the fragrance
Rolling up the Sunday Times
Blowing like a Hattian
Smoking all the time
It ain't only on Occasion
Chinking in the eyes
It ain't only for the Asians
Smoke it by the Sumo
Outer space Pluto
Everything is better with a bag of weed
You know
Kickin' out the bag
Man I call that shit Judo
No mo in the bag
Then I'm rolling up the dubo
Since fifteen I've been smoking alright
Introducing these Nava Hoes
To my peace pipe
I don't trick
I just smoke these hoes out alright
Don't be mad she ain't coming back
Out all night
I'm a real cool fellow
In between like a cello
Cool on the talk
Other side of the pillow
Twisting up another
That's the pot and the kettle
Lit it with the torch
And puffing it for the mellow
Light poles and pine trees
I ain't to far behind
Pre rolled ball bath
Ain't to hard to pine
Smell it in the air
I ain't to hard to find
David Ruffin ass nigga
I took her to cloud nine

Ooo I get so high
I can touch the sky
Ooo i get so high
I can touch the sky
Ooo I get so high
I can touch the sky
Ooo i get so high
I can touch the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Shorts
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