Basement

High as hell in the basement
Roll it then I face it
Can't fake it
Hate me cuz my face lit
So stoned
You could put me in the pavement
If you know me
You know I do it all for the nine
You could show me
How you do it all for design
You like the police cannot
Get you off my behind
Just got promoted
They all wanted me to resign

High as hell in the basement
High as hell in the basement
I'm high as hell in the basement
Roll it then I face it

Pants one of one
You can't have these
Sparkle on my wrist
Look like magic
Wrist on magic
Johnson Johnson
I thought I had it all
But I was just a lost one
When I lost some
I began to gain more
Look up at the scoreboard
In the pit like Rancor
Weed wax stained floor
Smoking on that gasoline
Why these bitches gassing me
They know I got that bag on me
And now they keep on asking me
How I got that bag on me
I just do it magically



Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Thompson
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