Oops, I Got Too High
Where's the lighter
I need a lighter I'm just joshing uh
Ah man I'm so high
I said
Rolling on a swisher because life ain't sweet
Young Kentucky fella
Mix the brown with the peach
Plucking stems tuck the blunt
In the hem of my pants
The cops lights behind
So we doing the dash
Gimme the loot green Henny and cash
I'm talking nickels and dimes
You know it adds up fast
Cannon on my hip like I'm Nickelodeon
It's night time
So you know now that we put some holes in him
I'm with some hoes got two for my bro
My nigga hit me up and said he needed some more
Wait what
Am I the plug now
When'd I get the love now
Bitches want a handout
I am not a cash cow
I am not your friend
I'm malevolent
I assault the beat with malicious intent
I commit a felony then lay up with ya bitch
Oops I got to high cause I woke up in a ditch
I said
Oops I got too high
Got too fucking high
Think my brain is fried
Now my brain is fried
Oops I got too high
Got too fucking high
Too fucking high
Why Mark
Life gave me lemons so I threw it some dimes
I been smoking on this dime bag
Sipping the wine
Imma give it some time until
I'm taking what's mine
Got the smile with the shine the new shit sublime
I'm optimistic bout my prime
Feel like Optimus Prime
Switching flows and these rhymes
I'm doing rows in my mind
Call that strength and conditioning
Know my mental been missing it
Always tired like its Michelin
I don't know what my mission is
Imma kill it it's villainous
Ripping shit like I'm hitting it
I been dipping from everything ho
Swinging way too high on that Mary Jane ho
I been smoking on these blunts
Tryna numb the pain ho
I don't really give a fuck about what they say so
Imma run up in your shit take a shit
Leave you bleeding
I ain't really bout that life but
It sound harder when I'm singing
You got diamonds on ya neck but
They ain't not really blinging
I been tryna up my mental
I been geeking every weekend
Like I don't got time to be talking shit
Everybody gonna know how the coffin fit
And we looking at him weird
He had a coughing fit
It's really fuck everybody who ain't sucking my dick
I said I came in with a smoke and a fifth
Lickety-split
Unimpressed when it comes to your wits
Don't give a fuck
Nigga I ain't even giving a shit
#LouisvillesFinest it ain't hard to admit
You chump chimp
Oops I got too high
Got too fucking high
Think my brain is fried
Now my brain is fried
Oops I got too high
Got too fucking high
Too fucking high
I need a lighter I'm just joshing uh
Ah man I'm so high
I said
Rolling on a swisher because life ain't sweet
Young Kentucky fella
Mix the brown with the peach
Plucking stems tuck the blunt
In the hem of my pants
The cops lights behind
So we doing the dash
Gimme the loot green Henny and cash
I'm talking nickels and dimes
You know it adds up fast
Cannon on my hip like I'm Nickelodeon
It's night time
So you know now that we put some holes in him
I'm with some hoes got two for my bro
My nigga hit me up and said he needed some more
Wait what
Am I the plug now
When'd I get the love now
Bitches want a handout
I am not a cash cow
I am not your friend
I'm malevolent
I assault the beat with malicious intent
I commit a felony then lay up with ya bitch
Oops I got to high cause I woke up in a ditch
I said
Oops I got too high
Got too fucking high
Think my brain is fried
Now my brain is fried
Oops I got too high
Got too fucking high
Too fucking high
Why Mark
Life gave me lemons so I threw it some dimes
I been smoking on this dime bag
Sipping the wine
Imma give it some time until
I'm taking what's mine
Got the smile with the shine the new shit sublime
I'm optimistic bout my prime
Feel like Optimus Prime
Switching flows and these rhymes
I'm doing rows in my mind
Call that strength and conditioning
Know my mental been missing it
Always tired like its Michelin
I don't know what my mission is
Imma kill it it's villainous
Ripping shit like I'm hitting it
I been dipping from everything ho
Swinging way too high on that Mary Jane ho
I been smoking on these blunts
Tryna numb the pain ho
I don't really give a fuck about what they say so
Imma run up in your shit take a shit
Leave you bleeding
I ain't really bout that life but
It sound harder when I'm singing
You got diamonds on ya neck but
They ain't not really blinging
I been tryna up my mental
I been geeking every weekend
Like I don't got time to be talking shit
Everybody gonna know how the coffin fit
And we looking at him weird
He had a coughing fit
It's really fuck everybody who ain't sucking my dick
I said I came in with a smoke and a fifth
Lickety-split
Unimpressed when it comes to your wits
Don't give a fuck
Nigga I ain't even giving a shit
#LouisvillesFinest it ain't hard to admit
You chump chimp
Oops I got too high
Got too fucking high
Think my brain is fried
Now my brain is fried
Oops I got too high
Got too fucking high
Too fucking high
Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Spreitler
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