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