[Verse 1: Goldsmith]
[Hook: Lucciel Ghatti] x2
We get higher, we get higher
[Verse 2: Midtown Pat]
Don't usually do this, but still I won't abuse this
Cause it make my stress evaporate
When the smoke is gone with the aftertaste
Man I'm feelin' hella straight, my soul feelin' featherweight
Don't wanna float too off in the distance where reality escapes
One hit and I'm dancing with the stars
Prolly on Mars having a minaj, with three bad broads in Yodas garage
Take a shot straight to the head - on the rocks Russian roulette
No I got arms and legs - just like waving flags instead
I'm feeling like a waterbedHella wavy like new Lays and it's amazing cause my eyes red
Like somebody dipped 'em in red hot caisson
This is only on rare occasions like big bu*ts on girl caucasians
Take a deep breath, pull the smoke in and now I feel simply amazing