Sulaiman - Get A Light lyrics

[Intro] It's Highlife baby ThemPeople Just open up ya mind [Verse 1: Highlife] High life get high like the temp do In the summer time like we chillin by the swimming pool On a mission for that coin Rollin 3.0s out the zone while we cruise down the avenues Need more blunts joe I only got a few Split it down the middle, guts out the window I fill it up wit some sticky green indo Light it up take a puff pa** it the left joe ...Exhale I'm faded Only my n***as stay this jaded Treated crowns in the club they hatin I got something make em sizzle like bacon Stay away from them lames cuz they basic I got good chronic baby come taste this Scottie come beam me up enterprise spaceship Solo in the crib wit a swisher I'ma face it Smokin in the wind feel like I got a face lift Smokin again like I'm kin to Jamaicans Shots of the Jamo but you know we don't chase it Shouts to the Gucci Mane I'm white boy wasted Ice cream man, Mr. 31 flavors Mogs get mad cause they seen that I made it Now I blow smoke in they face like a player Only one skeez blowin trees on my fixie Solo ridin clean smokin green on my fixie Gettin hella high while I glide on my fixie Eyes blood shot I'm so fly on my fixie [Hook: Michael Anthony] Now when the world around me gets to hard I lean back and take a second And take a drag of the la-la, and take a drag of the la-la (All Day Xs3) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, bake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, bake up Wake Up, Bake Up [Verse 2: Sulaiman] Roll the Mary Up More The Merrier Golden Chariot Upon My Arrival Please God Please Spare My Rivals To Go Against Me's Suicidal Check Your Vitals Only My Friends Get High As I Do We Loud Your Cloud, Stifled Meanwhile My Style, Flight Suit I'm Liable To Fly Over That Eiffel On Time For The Lights Too Get High Boo And Maybe You Can Get A First Cla** Ticket On A Overseas Flight Too If Ya Work Hard Do Ya Thing Drop It Low Make It Twerk Hard You A Queen You A Pro You The First Squad All I Needed To Know From The First Ma Was It Weed We Could Smoke Just To Get Close? Or A Toast... I'ma Choose C All The Above, Fit Like A Glove, Rub A Dub Dub, You Up On Me Takin' Out All Yo Problems And Yo Stresses From That Workday To Get Worked Out Til' You Thirsty That Cotton Mouth T-Shirt Taste And I'm Just As Cold As My Birthplace Now She Fired Up Cause I'm Tithed Up Like The Church Safe We Get High Enough To Slap Five With Clouds And Make Earthquakes Where The Richter Scale Is Her Twerk Rate... So Is It My Fault That I f** Like I'm Trynna Make Up For Time Lost Roll A Blunt With The Same Thumb I Took Her Bra Off? [Hook: Michael Anthony] Now when the world around me gets to hard I lean back and take a second And take a drag of the la-la And take a drag of the la-la (All Day Xs3) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, bake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, bake up Wake up, Bake Up