Lyrics

I be high on the way I be high on the way 417 what I mean when I'm high off the green I be high on the way I be high on the way 417 what I mean when I'm high off the green Feel so high everyday So high today feel like yesterday So every day feel like a fuckin' better day They ask me if I found a fuckin' better way Told 'em Lees through the trees Then you gone in the wind Roll up an' smoke up blow up in the breeze If they try to stop us let there be blood on the fuckin' leaves But in the meantime Chill an' unwind I don't want no more of the nines and crimes Just bottles an' dames, fine little dime to break out her spine An' get her in the whip and roll up the pine As I play with your fuckin' mind As I play with your fuckin' As I play with your fuckin' I be high on the way I be high on the way 417 what I mean when I'm high off the green I be high on the way I be high on the way 417 what I mean when I'm high off the green I be high on the way I be on the mothafuckin' way 417 what I mean when I'm high off the green I be high on the way I be high on the way 417 what I mean when I'm high off the green Now my mind going fucking crazy I swear to God everybody probably think I'm brazy I swear to God this shit is getting way too racy I swear to God if I fucked your bitch she ain't named Tracy I swear to God they tried to snake me I swear to God there's a whole lotta mothafuckin' fakes see Watch me try to bake quick I swear to God as these mothafuckas sit back These mothafuckas think I'll never snap back I swear to God I'm coming at these mothafuckas with every fuckin' track An' if they ever talk about me bet it ain't a rack I swear to God these mothafuckas never talk about about them fuckin' facts
Writer(s): Makeda Beaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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