Never Come Down (The Brownie Song)

I can't stop (never)
I can't stop (I've tried)
I can't stop (I can't stop)

I can't stop feeling high
I'll never come down
I can't stop feeling high (too high)
I'll never come down (slobbering because of)

Too much pot in the brownie pan
Got me baked faster than the brownies, man
Have you ever been high from the inside out?
On the lawn in my boxers like the insides out
Carjack a care bear and just ride out
In one of them cloud whips with the OnStar chip

I'm so high, I hope you understand this shit
Jane was plain 'til I ate her then she came too quick
Drink water while I'm rhyming but I still can't spit (no)
My mouth is pure cotton like a t-shirt coughing (yep)
If baked means potato then my brain is all grating
Talking to myself with my neighbors all watching
But going in the house proves way too hard

When I fall in the front door and land in the backyard
Physics don't apply (what?), midgets in the sky (where?)
Skipping round my head saying, Negro you so high!
Damn

I can't stop feeling high
I'll never come down
I can't stop feeling high
I'll never come down

Said I'm eye to eye with sky gods beside Hodus
Feeling like that white man singing in the chorus
How'd I grow to be the tallest tree in the forest
Without putting green in a shell like a tortoise, huh?
Rigor mortised, higher than a lion's chin
If this was symphonies I'm way up there with violins

If it's a choir then, soprano octaves
In an opera, where God lives
Look, I know I'm sounding like a liar but
These brownies was angel sex
Got a nigga high as fuck

I smoke trees in through all four seasons
But I'm like gas prices, high for no reason
Call a nurse your boy's higher than Google Earth
And if I fell the impact would put me through the dirt (damn)
So let me zoom in, and get my zoom on
This weed is Neil Armstrong, I'm on the moon blown (moon blown)

I can't stop feeling high
I'll never come down
I can't stop feeling high
I'll never come down

I just wanted me, some regular weed
With regular stems and regular seeds
'Cause this shit here
I just wanted me, some regular weed
With regular stems and regular seeds
'Cause this shit here (here nigga)
This shit here (here nigga)

(La-la-la-la-la, la-la) hey, hey, hey
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la) (hey)
(Woo-wee)



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Dean Wisler, Willis Garnett Polk, Garrett Bush
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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