Get High, Get By
First skipped message sent Sunday July Thirty-first at Three-Twenty PM
Wuddup homie
Hey give me a call back when you get this, man I need a little somethin, somethin
I know I've been outta touch with you for a little while, got a lot of stuff going on
Moving up, moving up
Jumped into management like I told you I would so running the stores
Got like three stores occupied and what not
Anyways I need a little somethin, somethin, somethin, something, somethin, somethin
Anyways motherfucker hit me up aight
And tell Jason to stop acting like a fucking ghetto gangster motherfucker too
Cause he's fucking Indian
He ain't no fucking black fucking homie fucking ghetto gangster motherfucker aight
Aight, peace
Yeah
Look I'm broken, main reason why I am always tokin
My friends think I'm great by the way I'm always jokin
Everyday I'm pissed I've awoken
Then I think positive, explosive
Goes back to sad then I'm mad, then I think of the girls I could have had
Still question the absence of my dad
Twenty-One known for fun, I'd describe myself a new kind of dumb
Ignorance is bliss everyday I shoot for great but I miss
If the target was hit my family would miss the comedic relief that my life is
I ain't worth shit I'm worth gold
That's what I'm told by myself on a day I dont feel cold
Lucky is my fam, they happiness dear I hold
Hype myself up just to crash
My happiness, a rolled blunt sadness is the ash
Only way to roll more up is to get the cash
For my nephew ima make it in a flash
So we can properly support they dreams and never crash
Money for them, ima stash
Lash out on those who have doubt
My head high, feet, tiles and grout, I'm grounded
Motherfuckers hear my raps and they astounded
By the way that I'm sounding
Clap! go ahead and get a round in
Even if you give me five out of ten, up I'm rounding
Blessed man sent by god to sin
God wanna show the devil what he missin
Rinse and press the coal till it glisten
I spit life tips homie listen
My ego from the dead has risen
Im all about getting equal business
Worked my way to boss
Started out by washing dishes
Sit tight, take a listen
My mind is filled with riches and I'm superstitious
I get high to get by
I get high to get by
I get by to get high
I get high to get by
I get by to get high
I get high to get by
I get by to get high
Yeah
I get high to get by
I get by to get high
Wuddup homie
Hey give me a call back when you get this, man I need a little somethin, somethin
I know I've been outta touch with you for a little while, got a lot of stuff going on
Moving up, moving up
Jumped into management like I told you I would so running the stores
Got like three stores occupied and what not
Anyways I need a little somethin, somethin, somethin, something, somethin, somethin
Anyways motherfucker hit me up aight
And tell Jason to stop acting like a fucking ghetto gangster motherfucker too
Cause he's fucking Indian
He ain't no fucking black fucking homie fucking ghetto gangster motherfucker aight
Aight, peace
Yeah
Look I'm broken, main reason why I am always tokin
My friends think I'm great by the way I'm always jokin
Everyday I'm pissed I've awoken
Then I think positive, explosive
Goes back to sad then I'm mad, then I think of the girls I could have had
Still question the absence of my dad
Twenty-One known for fun, I'd describe myself a new kind of dumb
Ignorance is bliss everyday I shoot for great but I miss
If the target was hit my family would miss the comedic relief that my life is
I ain't worth shit I'm worth gold
That's what I'm told by myself on a day I dont feel cold
Lucky is my fam, they happiness dear I hold
Hype myself up just to crash
My happiness, a rolled blunt sadness is the ash
Only way to roll more up is to get the cash
For my nephew ima make it in a flash
So we can properly support they dreams and never crash
Money for them, ima stash
Lash out on those who have doubt
My head high, feet, tiles and grout, I'm grounded
Motherfuckers hear my raps and they astounded
By the way that I'm sounding
Clap! go ahead and get a round in
Even if you give me five out of ten, up I'm rounding
Blessed man sent by god to sin
God wanna show the devil what he missin
Rinse and press the coal till it glisten
I spit life tips homie listen
My ego from the dead has risen
Im all about getting equal business
Worked my way to boss
Started out by washing dishes
Sit tight, take a listen
My mind is filled with riches and I'm superstitious
I get high to get by
I get high to get by
I get by to get high
I get high to get by
I get by to get high
I get high to get by
I get by to get high
Yeah
I get high to get by
I get by to get high
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Writer(s): Carlos Leon
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