DiAmond Miller - Pothead Friends lyrics

[Intro] Okay Private Miller, you've been smoking Item 9 for 7 minutes and 13 seconds. We're going to ask you several questions. How do you feel? Well sir, I feel like a slice of bu*ter melting on top of a big ole pile of flapjacks Private Miller, when you think of your superiors, what emotions do you feel? Okay, Private Miller? [Verse 1: Millz] n***as smoking mid saying they getting the highest Me and Mary Jane got a mutual alliance Say she rolling with me till the d**h, smoking loud So strong make these n***as go deaf, take a breath 'Fore you inhale the potent, it's unbelievable Smoke every day, it's a ritual, never getting old n***a swear I love it to my soul, and any kind of way, hash brownies or the bowl Mary Jane take a toke on my bank roll, have a n***a broke But it's worth it though, higher than a field goal post Never got to boast but your high my all time low Smoke gas like Texaco, you got oregano Mine hairy like a 'fro, cause that's just how I pick it I get dumb high smoking on that London Tipton Pull on the bong then I rip it, I'm tripping, and you don't want to see me when I'm sipping, no kicking I get out of control, sometimes I be chilling But I prefer higher than the ceiling Getting medicated like I'm on some Penicillin And if you don't smoke, you don't know what I'm feeling [Hook: Millz] Getting high, it's what I do Getting high, it's what I do Getting high, it's what I do And my pothead friends do the same thing too Getting high, it's what I do Getting high, it's what I do Getting high, it's what I do And my pothead friends do the same thing too [Verse 2: Millz] Walk into the cla** smelling like a pound of reefer My whole damn cla** like "Oh, mama mía!" The principal was trynna send me home but I put on that cologne so he must leave me alone I ain't messing with nobody, I'm in my own zone Why he mad cause I smoke that tree right into my dome? When I smoke louder than a motherf**ing megaphone Maybe he just mad cause he smoking on a lower tone Don't take it out on me, I'll hook you up with my connect And he might just hook you up if you show him some respect See, when you smoking good you feel it all up in your chest If you smoking on the best, we can match; that's a bet Smoking on that Bob Marley, we getting hella gnarly And I'm the golden child, word to my boy Jacori I roll up the dank then I pa** that sh** to Frank Put that green in the body like deposits in the bank, never take a break [Hook] [Outro] Why can't we be out in the open? Why aren't we in a square right now, why aren't we talking to people, letting them know Item 9 exists? Get it out! Shout at the rooftops, this is great! This is the bee's knees, Item 9!