Goddamn High
Shit shit how'd this happen
Shit, ugh shit
Shit I'm so-I'm so fucked
Mom please don't kill me
Fuck I'm fucked
I'm so fucked up
Yo, I was at Black's apartment
And I was chilling
Sipping lean and shit
And I was smoking a big blunt
You know a big fat one
Gets you fucked out of your mind
I was feeling good
Till I came home
Mom don't kill me
Yo, my mom looked me in the eye
She said oh boy
You're so goddamn high
No mom, It's probably dust or maybe eye flu
'Cause I don't know why I look high to you
How do I tell you what I roll is medicine
No side effects so It's better than Penicillin
You're a hardcore theist, Lord Shiva smoked weed
There you go, you cannot call it a sin
Mom It helps me eat food that is not made by you
I love your cooking we should open up a drive through
Can we talk about that or do you wanna beat my ass?
Or maybe I'd explain more reasons I smoke grass, well
Right before I go to class
It's like a disaster hit
A nuclear blast coming
I see aliens in my college
From inside my mattress
Fuck I'd do about that
So I wake and bake, turn up the bass
Now I'm smart and I'm headed to the head of the place
Got ideas, how to expose the fraud I think they commit
I'm filing a case, set it to blaze
Yo, my mom looked me in the eye
She said oh boy
You're so goddamn high
No mom, It's probably dust or maybe eye flu
'Cause I don't know why I look high to you
What can I do about the feeling
Of feeling like a disgrace to the family
Actually it adds up to list of pain givers
And I need pain killers
So I roll like 10 one-gram swishers
Light them I want smoke
Another fucking toke, after toke
Till I cough and I choke
I want more and more
This world full of hoes, who play and fuck around
Broke Poppy's heart so I need a joint to start the day
If it's a bad one I need more
Maybe 2-3-4-5-10, I don't know
I don't know what to say
I'm out of words, can't explain
Should I be proud of myself or should I be ashamed?
Should I set up all the trophies on the shelf? or
Should I burn all of the frames with my name
If these are really just phases why don't they end
Why do I chase love when It gets me insane
I don't know, I'm bad at games
Taking names, chasing fame
Don't even know how to deal with the pain
I pour everyday thinking I'll just let it pass
Until this motherfucker knocks my door again
Yo, I looked at mom in the eye
And I told her mom I'm goddamn high
Yo, my mom looked me in the eye
She said oh boy
You're so goddamn high
No mom, It's probably dust or maybe eye flu
'Cause I don't know why I look high to you
Shit, ugh shit
Shit I'm so-I'm so fucked
Mom please don't kill me
Fuck I'm fucked
I'm so fucked up
Yo, I was at Black's apartment
And I was chilling
Sipping lean and shit
And I was smoking a big blunt
You know a big fat one
Gets you fucked out of your mind
I was feeling good
Till I came home
Mom don't kill me
Yo, my mom looked me in the eye
She said oh boy
You're so goddamn high
No mom, It's probably dust or maybe eye flu
'Cause I don't know why I look high to you
How do I tell you what I roll is medicine
No side effects so It's better than Penicillin
You're a hardcore theist, Lord Shiva smoked weed
There you go, you cannot call it a sin
Mom It helps me eat food that is not made by you
I love your cooking we should open up a drive through
Can we talk about that or do you wanna beat my ass?
Or maybe I'd explain more reasons I smoke grass, well
Right before I go to class
It's like a disaster hit
A nuclear blast coming
I see aliens in my college
From inside my mattress
Fuck I'd do about that
So I wake and bake, turn up the bass
Now I'm smart and I'm headed to the head of the place
Got ideas, how to expose the fraud I think they commit
I'm filing a case, set it to blaze
Yo, my mom looked me in the eye
She said oh boy
You're so goddamn high
No mom, It's probably dust or maybe eye flu
'Cause I don't know why I look high to you
What can I do about the feeling
Of feeling like a disgrace to the family
Actually it adds up to list of pain givers
And I need pain killers
So I roll like 10 one-gram swishers
Light them I want smoke
Another fucking toke, after toke
Till I cough and I choke
I want more and more
This world full of hoes, who play and fuck around
Broke Poppy's heart so I need a joint to start the day
If it's a bad one I need more
Maybe 2-3-4-5-10, I don't know
I don't know what to say
I'm out of words, can't explain
Should I be proud of myself or should I be ashamed?
Should I set up all the trophies on the shelf? or
Should I burn all of the frames with my name
If these are really just phases why don't they end
Why do I chase love when It gets me insane
I don't know, I'm bad at games
Taking names, chasing fame
Don't even know how to deal with the pain
I pour everyday thinking I'll just let it pass
Until this motherfucker knocks my door again
Yo, I looked at mom in the eye
And I told her mom I'm goddamn high
Yo, my mom looked me in the eye
She said oh boy
You're so goddamn high
No mom, It's probably dust or maybe eye flu
'Cause I don't know why I look high to you
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Writer(s): Navdeep Yadav
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