2 High

Man you hear that
It's Michael
Man that sound like nightmare on elm street
It's Michael
Man I'm fuckd up man
Pass the blunt man
Open the door
I think it's the weed
I'm trying to get you high
So high
So high
So high (Ooh ooh)
I'm starting off my day with a ounce of purp
See I be 2 high I ain't gotta work
I'm trying to smoke these runtz with Martha Stewart
Stuffed crust backwood (Yeah)
Yeah you knowin how we do it yeah
Wake and bake I'm matching blunts with big Snoop dogg
Call the ambulance we bout to burn the roof off
I'm smoking weed with Will and Jada
I gotta entanglement
New strains
Zaza different flavors shit (Yeah)
Blowing Chronic with Dr.Dre and Jimmy Lovine
Somebody pitch me
I just woke up in a dope dream
I'm smoking bowls
With Dave Chapelle
And Kanye West we at the ranch (Ah)
While ye getting high
Kim texting me for sexy
Now I'm calling Seth Rolgan
For some pineapple express (Yeah yeah)
Drop me off at the dispensary (Yeah)
I only smoke the best
We smoking knock out
Call Muhammad Ali (Ah)
Just give me one second
While I find my weed (Yeah yeah yeah)
Now roll
Roll
Roll, your joint (Roll your joint, oh)
Twisting up the trees (Roll it up, yeah)
Life has a wonderful taste (Oh let's go)
With a bag of weed (Ay)
I'm trying to get you high (Woah)
So high
So high
So high (2 High oh)
So high
We smoking gas
No stems no seeds (No seeds)
The doctor prescribes
Everything I need
Just give me the lighter (Oh)
Cause we want all the smoke (I do)
And don't sell weed (No)
We just sell coke
I need 99 plants (Plants)
And 99 seeds
And I'm moving to Humboldt County just to grow my weed (Pass the gas)
I wanna hit bong but the blunt is rusta (Ok)
Just mix my marijuana
With the butter and lobsters
Break it down use some scissors, scissors
Or go get a grinder (A grinder)
If you ain't getting high
Then this dab gon remind ya (Remind ya)
Puff puff past
Is a fee for finder, finders
I keep some sweet sativa

No seeds I'm finding
(Yeah yeah yeah)

I'm choking like the loss raptor in LA
(He loss)

And when I buy my bud

I get it shipped out the bay
(West coast)

We be 2 high above the birds and the trees
(Sky high)

Just give me one second
(Ah)

While I light my weed (Let's go)
Now roll
Roll
Roll your joint
Twisting up the trees
Life has a wonderful taste
With a bag of weed
I'm trying to get you high
So high
So high
So high



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Writer(s): Feacher Watkins
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