So High

Now I'm smoking like a chimney
With the purple cush up in me
I'm really on cloud nine, I got aliens sitting with me
So many seem to forget we will smoke until your eyes get peeled
So every now and again we gotta remind ya about the smoker deal
One, never smoke it brown and not if I don't break it down
And three, if we ain't fucking don't be touching on my thunder now
My mouth is getting dry and you see the veins in my eyeballs
Looking like I just doused 'em in alcohol
I light a Newport, I'm also addicted to menthol
And I'll be smoking till the coroner calls
And my plants are all tall and fluffy
And when I'm checking my buds
I swear to god, I start to dance like puffy
I'm old school like a huffy and a set of roach clips
And if you notice when you looking
I get the resin on my lips
I put a halfy in a paper and you'll never see it drip
And I'll smoke it till it burns all the way down to my fingertips

I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
I'm so high
Never ever gonna touch the ground (ground)
I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
And I'm never gonna come back down

I'm so twisted and smoking Jane gets me lifted
I sip hypnotic till my bladders full and I'm pissing
I only smoke bammer if it's carefully sifted
To avoid sticks and beans from splitting the seams
If it's weak smoke more
What you think them zig zag packs
Come packed with thirty two leaves inside for
If your lucky enough to be blowing gan
You better hit it like a pro and hold it as long as you can

We get high like everyday
We smoke weed like everyday
We rather die then be dry
So don't play
So if you don't wanna smoke get the fuck out the way
We get high like everyday
We smoke weed like everyday
We rather die than be dry
So don't play
So if you don't wanna smoke get the fuck out the way

I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
I'm so high
Never ever gonna touch the ground (ground)
I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
And I'm never gonna come back down

I'm fucking doing good, I can afford my habit
Seven hundred sack a cush, watch me grab it
I'm a fool like that
Smoking in the parking lot outside a court
I'll get you higher that the airport
I know you're tryna to be a homie passing me that tree
But you fucking with professionals and rookies get beat
I fucking slap kids passing me the buster brown dust
I get insulted, leave you with your crown bust
I failed piss tests and give a shit less
And you's a fool like a muthafucka thinking you gonna hit this
Back up off me softly you puke hitting mine
Even if you catch a contact it's your quitting time
I'm riding with Madrox, we're smoking up mad blocks
Rattling your street leaving smelling like Woodstock
Get some hatchet in your life get some matches and light up
A fucking plant with me, boy we family

I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
I'm so high
Never ever gonna touch the ground (ground)
I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
And I'm never gonna come back down
Never ever gonna touch the ground (ground)

I'm so high
I'm so high
I'm so high
And I'm never gonna come back down

(Hello)
Tina girl, please tell me I'm awake, because I think I'm dreaming
(Illegible)
Oh, I think I met my soul mate last night at the pulse, honey
(What!?)
He was adorable, he was so drunk and so hot, then I gave him one of those little things
(Uh, huh)
And, oh, he danced for me in his drawers, girl
(What the fuck!)
Well, yeah, he's sleeping right now, he took me home
(What!?)
Wooo, he freaked me girl
(Oh my god!) (Illegible)
Yes, yeah, oh he's gotta wake up and take me home soon
Cause, girl I am starving and all he had in his fridge was some cheese and doughnuts
And I finished that an hour ago, so... I'm gonna have to wake him up
(You're gonna wake him up!?)
Ok, I'll call you then
(K)
Bye, girl
(Click)
(Creaking and groaning)
Honey boo, you gotta get up, wake up honey, you gotta take me home
(I smell some badussy)
You remember me right?
(Hey, who the fuck is you?!)
(No, you didn't! No you didn't!)
(Did you rape me?!?)
(Crying) You don't remember me?!
(Wait a minute, get outta my house!)
(Are you a man? Hold on, wait a minute, what part of the game is this man?)



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Writer(s): Paul Methric, Jamie Spaniolo
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