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I get high, I get high, I get high (Yes, sir) Ooh I get high, I get high, I get high (Smoke somethin' with your boy) Ooh ('Ology, uh) Smoking on trees with celebrities Solid gold cufflinks on my leather sleeves Bussin' down weed in the brown leaf Red eyes, I'ma smoke 'til them shits bleed I'm just zoned out, staring at my diamonds Icy hot shit, move, I can change the climate My gun hidden in designer Snap quick, I woke up and chose violence (I did) I speak the truth when I'm rhyming Why you still walking around with closed eyelids? (Still sleep) Fire kicks, my entirе whip Clean, watch me fire up a stick whilе these wheels spin (Skrrt) I done hooked up with some real tens But they brains cooked, so we never linked again So much ink leaked from this pen I just smoke and I pray, Lord, forgive me for my sins, yeah I get high, I get high, I get high Ooh I get high, I get high, I get high (Oh, I'm gettin' high, this world'll bring you down) Ooh (But I'ma get you high, mane, Paul Wall, baby) Songtexte I'm smoking something exclusive they ain't got in the shop yet You want that top tree? You gon' pay tip-top check Stacking guap in the 'Lac , Term' in the drop 'Vette Carat cut diamonds, I just got a new top set My top regret is tapping out smoking with Snoop But I blame it on the Swishas, you can go ask Goof I was ready for round two with a astronaut suit I had to get my weight up smoking out with Devin the Dude I'm talking all day, every day like chimneys at the North Pole Roll the concentrate in the middle, call it a pothole I smoke the fronto solo and do it pronto But don't trip, it's more on the console I beat another case like bongos, but it was all God Let me shout out to my little bro Saud and Pretty Todd (Saud) Like a garage how I change out oil This blunt's mine, we ain't smokin' it plural so roll your own and get high I get high, I get high, I get high (Termanology, what up, god? What up, twin? Yeah) Ooh (Paul Wall, baby, Sheek Louch, D-Block, I got 'em, baby, yeah) Fresh to death, dunny gotta be fly I'm watching wack rappers blow up, I gotta be high I don't say nothing, but fuck that, I want you to try He ain't stop you? That ain't your family, he want you to die Must hate seeing you happy, they want you to cry They don't like when you tell the truth, they want you to lie My mama gone, so I'm blowing smoke up to the sky Shit, I been knew the answers when 'Kiss was asking you, "Why?" I used to roll Phillies, White Owls and such But that shit was a little strong, so I switched to the Dutch Then I switched to the paper, cones is coming in clutch You got good bud, I'm staying in touch (Where you at?) From New York to Texas even out in the South I ain't passing before Covid 'cause I ain't trust your mouth Bitches sucking dick and niggas eating ass You nasty motherfucker, you asking me to pass? I get high I get high, I get high, I get high (Feel that?) Ooh I get high, I get high, I get high Ooh Aus Songtexte Mania