Project Pat - Wanna Get High (Remix) lyrics

(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