[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