HIGH
2 puffs n im zonin
foos caint match thro a whole fuckin zone in
so roll up whatchu holdin
take bong rips all day thas bowlin
so u knowin where we goin
once we get the tip of the zig zag glowin
big fat bags of the herb n the hash
got damn neighbors think im takin out the trash
puff puff pass, 3, 2, 1 n i blast, off, off, off
so much grass, smoke no joke but i laugh, ha, ha, ha
i jus ate a edible
whole lifestyle 2 words, never low
letcho bitch hit it jus to let her kno
her shit coo but our shit better tho...
yup thas a fact
true og u could smell it thru the sack
westcoast shit wit the bomb marijuana
sunny california, blaze where u wanna
thas jus how we do it
u aint tryna chief niggas look atchu stupid
yup yup, got the crazy dro
i said up up up and away we go

we bouta get
high x4
REPEAT

2 hits n im still high
sometimes i wonder if its real life
cuz it aint even what it feel like
head in the clouds blowin tree on the hillside
faded off the THC
eyes so low nigga we caint see
real shit we tryna live comfortably
so if u kick it roun me u could puff for free, fuck it
what the cops gon do
its damn near legal shit them foos smoke too
chillin at the crib wit the crew roll thru
n they ask how much yall blew? no clue
whole spot poppin
hoes hotboxin
niggas caint breathe but we still not coughin
n i got the fire like dhalsim
awesome, throw a nug in if u got some
the medicinal cure
nah im not a pothead imma connoisseur
aight maybe so
said up up up n away we go