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Good Times Lyrics By Styles

    styles p
    i get high i get high i get high i get high
    i get high i get high i get high i get high
    i get high on your memory high on your memory
    high on your memory

    i get high high high high every day
    i get high high high high every night
    i get high high high high all the time
    highighhhhhhh

    everyday i need an ounce and a half sp
    the only flower that you know with a bounce and a half
    listen kid i need a mountain of cash so i could roll up
    hop in the whip and like bounce to the ave
    i get high cause i’m in the hood the guns is around
    it take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbled me now whew
    and i’d rather roll somethin’ up cause if i’m sober dog
    i just might flip grab my guns and hold somethin’ up
    i get high as a kite i’m in the zone all alone
    motherfucker case i’m dyin’ tonight it happen tonight
    so i roll ’em up back to back fat as i could uhhuh
    you got beef with styles p i come to splatter the hood

    i get high high high high every day
    i get high high high high every night
    i get high on your memory high on your memory all the time
    high on your memory every day
    i get high high high high every day
    i get high high high high every night
    i get high high high high all the time
    highighhhhhhh

    aiyyo i
    smoke like a chiminney inhaling matter fact i
    smoke like a gun when a killer see his enemy
    i smoke like bob marley did add to that
    that i smoke like the hippies did back in the 70’s
    spit with the finishin’ touch get this that
    i’ma finish you before i finish the dutch
    i get high like the birds and the planes i get high when
    bullets hit faces after words exchanged
    i get a rush off the blood on the walls you understand
    like the m5 pedal when it’s touchin’ the floor
    i get high cause fuck it what’s better to do
    and i’mma never give a fuck that’s right cause i’m better than you

    i get high high high high every day
    i get high high high high every night
    i get high on your memory high on your memory all the time
    high on your memory every day
    i get high high high high every day
    i get high high high high every night
    i get high high high high all the time
    highighhhhhhh

    i’mma smoke till my lungs collapse i’m from a era where
    niggas cause terror over guns and crack
    where a dollar bill is powerful i smoke weed cause
    time seem precious and i know what a hour do i know dat
    high for a livin’ gots ta ride for a livin’
    with my real gangsta niggas that’ll die for a livin’ die my niggas
    shit i get as high as i could cause if you see things
    like i see things that i’mma die in the hood right here
    motherfucker understand it’s full service to you
    i don’t smoke the weed if it ain’t purple or blue
    and you could name any rapper if you want he could die anybody
    this is sp dump it in you bitch i get high

    i get high high high high every day
    i get high high high high every night
    i get high on your memory high on your memory all the time
    high on your memory every day
    i get high high high high i am the ghost
    i get high high high high float with me
    i get high on your memory high on your memory
    i get high on your memory i get high like birds to planes
    i get high on your memory high on your memory
    i get high on your memory i get high like smokin’ dubs to the head
    i get high high high high
    highighhhhhhh

    Artist: Styles

    Year: 2002

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 421