(Hook x2)
I just want to get high, high high
I just want to get high
I just want to stay high, high, high
I just want to stay high
(Verse: Project Pat)
These n***as say I smoke out too much
These n***as say I pop pills too much
These n***as say I drank liquor too much
Ain’t no such thing as too much
Blunt number eight roll up again
Pa** me the tab pa** me the hen
When I get through I’ma do it all again
I’m on cloud nine and I’m head at the ten
Is ya mad or no
Cali Bud on dick had to blow
Smoke in my lungs blow half a bowl
I’m chiefin’ all day if ya have to know
Ya get mad or ya go
Gon’ see a bagel, make it burn slow
I’m mad as hell cause my eyes real low
Lookin’ just like Bruce Lee right now
Ya want to be high as me right now
I got a b**h that don’t smoke
She just rollin’ sh** and light it up
I could give a damn what anybody says
I keep it on deck I ain’t hidin’
I don’t want to come down
I don’t want to come down
Its hard to explain this feelin’ I feel
But truth be told I don’t even know what day it is
And I just want to get high
(Hook x2)
(Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa)
Six deuce coupe, I don’t ride in it unless I smoke in it first
Go to sleep early, wake up early just to get it
The grind all depends on how much time ya spend perfectin’ it
But n***as always hate, come from nowhere wit that extra sh**
Let em lie, dig they own ditch, California king size
Harley lay in it I’m proof that if ya want it
Ya can get it champagne fo’ breakfast, taste is expensive
Super paid, uber escalade fo’ my women friends
Want to be it, got to see it, extra lighter where my seat at?
Pair of .9s where my feet at, brought the papers, where the weed at
(Hook x2)
(Verse 3: Project Pat)
This sh** is potent
One hit of this strong I promise ya will be chokin’ got to stay focused
I’m burnin’ my fingers and even put out the roaches, I’m just floatin’
I’m in outer space I feel out of place when I’m high
And I’m gonna stay like this till I die
I’m gonna stay high, high, high, high, high
Blowin’ shotguns to a bad b**h
Throw good bucks cause I’m mad rich
They zone out on the airway
They don’t know sh** about Babbage
Ya must have forgot I’m a savage, marijuana my medicine
I got Christmas trees it ain’t Christmas town
Each time I go to where I’ve neva been
My doctor said it ain’t good fo’ yo lungs but its good fo’ my mind and it keeps me calm
Mary Jane she got me sprung
And she had my heart since a n***a was young, I don’t want to come down
Its hard to explain this feelin’ I feel
My n***a I’m throwed but truth be told
I don’t even know what day it is I just want to get high