I Get High
I get high
Yeah
Big Dave this for you bruh
Mack
I get high
I get high and thank God for everything that I have today
Yeah, I get high
I get high and block out all the bullshit them hater say
We ain't promised tomorrow so imma light it all up today
I get high and sit around and think about the times
We used to get them dimes sacks to match and ride it through the pine
Riding clean Camaro's, sippin' Pepsi Blue, that was our prime
But now you're just too hard to find, I hit rewind but nothing seems to be sublime
But I know you're near cause' I can feel you when i'm blowing the kush smoke in the air
Reminiscing every time shared; drum like everything's a snare
We light another one without a single care
You kept me smoking and my mind clear
I still wish you were here with every single day that goes by
I never got a chance to say a proper goodbye
I keep on thinking maybe if i was there
That somehow I could've took the cross you beared and made it disappear
I hope you know that I cared
I got the 06 cadence still stuck in my ear but nothing seems clear
So I just look to the sky and say your name Dave I hope you hear it
Cause' I can feel your spirit every time
I get high
I get high and thank God for everything that I have today
Yeah, I get high
I get high and block out all the bullshit them hater say
We ain't promised tomorrow so imma light it all up today
I get high and try to pass the time rolling doobies up and writing rhymes
But nothing seems to get you off the mind
Loading groupies up and having hella times ignoring all the signs
I hit the joint just one more time and when I blow it out
You know it, i'm back on my grind because friends are in them droughts
To keep the stress thin, we're keeping them thicker clouds yeah that's no doubt
That's what ya moms taught us back in them days
I swear the only thing that woman ever hated was a Tuesday
I'm missing you both now more than ever
That's why you're always smelling a pack of RAW black that's full of pressure
I wanna thank you both for all these memories I have
And for all the nights that we would stay up late, just to jam, get high, and laugh
Yeah that was really living; just wish I'd saw it then
I guess I was young and thinking no way that this would ever end
What I would do for just one more flight with my friend
Or to feel my Momma Kim's arms wrapped around me again
I get high
I get high and thank God for everything that I have today
Yeah, I get high
I get high and block out all the bullshit them hater say
We ain't promised tomorrow so imma light it all up today
Yeah
Big Dave this for you bruh
Mack
I get high
I get high and thank God for everything that I have today
Yeah, I get high
I get high and block out all the bullshit them hater say
We ain't promised tomorrow so imma light it all up today
I get high and sit around and think about the times
We used to get them dimes sacks to match and ride it through the pine
Riding clean Camaro's, sippin' Pepsi Blue, that was our prime
But now you're just too hard to find, I hit rewind but nothing seems to be sublime
But I know you're near cause' I can feel you when i'm blowing the kush smoke in the air
Reminiscing every time shared; drum like everything's a snare
We light another one without a single care
You kept me smoking and my mind clear
I still wish you were here with every single day that goes by
I never got a chance to say a proper goodbye
I keep on thinking maybe if i was there
That somehow I could've took the cross you beared and made it disappear
I hope you know that I cared
I got the 06 cadence still stuck in my ear but nothing seems clear
So I just look to the sky and say your name Dave I hope you hear it
Cause' I can feel your spirit every time
I get high
I get high and thank God for everything that I have today
Yeah, I get high
I get high and block out all the bullshit them hater say
We ain't promised tomorrow so imma light it all up today
I get high and try to pass the time rolling doobies up and writing rhymes
But nothing seems to get you off the mind
Loading groupies up and having hella times ignoring all the signs
I hit the joint just one more time and when I blow it out
You know it, i'm back on my grind because friends are in them droughts
To keep the stress thin, we're keeping them thicker clouds yeah that's no doubt
That's what ya moms taught us back in them days
I swear the only thing that woman ever hated was a Tuesday
I'm missing you both now more than ever
That's why you're always smelling a pack of RAW black that's full of pressure
I wanna thank you both for all these memories I have
And for all the nights that we would stay up late, just to jam, get high, and laugh
Yeah that was really living; just wish I'd saw it then
I guess I was young and thinking no way that this would ever end
What I would do for just one more flight with my friend
Or to feel my Momma Kim's arms wrapped around me again
I get high
I get high and thank God for everything that I have today
Yeah, I get high
I get high and block out all the bullshit them hater say
We ain't promised tomorrow so imma light it all up today
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Writer(s): Jeremy George
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