Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Noah Pontante
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Benjamin Bryant
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
Yo, this one goes out to all my smokers (Shoutout Styles P and everyone else that put on for the 914)
Hopefully y'all can roll up, light up and listen to my shit
Even though I don't even smoke no more
I get high
I get high (I'm high as fuck)
I get high
I get high
(On your memories)
(On your memories)
(I get)
(I get)
Everyday (Every single fucking day)
Every night
(Yo, what else you said, P?)
Yo, All the time
I get high
She get high (Yeah ma come here and smoke with me)
We get high (Now we both high together)
I'm fucking blasted
I'm off it, listen
Yo, every day we stay getting twisted, straight lifted
Inhale, exhale, cloud bigger than a kitchen
Listen kid, go flip this spliff and this purple eighth
Then come back to the pad, we playing that Cam, purple haze
The kush had him in a coma, you could smell the aroma
He said everything came full circle just like a donut
I said, man, I think you might've just smoked too much
It's a'ight though, we bout to roll up another blue Dutch
Just a couple of seeds can start a whole tree
Keep regrowing, that's how you keep ya fiends sparking that weed
Light it with a long lighter, I think it's called B.I.C
Make sure you're making green off green, don't just waste that cheese (haha, don't waste ya money)
Every day (make sure you making them funds)
Every night
Yo, all the time
I get high (I get high)
Yo, She get high
We get high (I'm fucking high)
Some do say the Henny and Dusse make em touch a buzz
I said word? Come take a puff of this bud
Had him feeling all relaxed like no more weight up on his back
Got up, turned around, said yo where the fuck I left my cash?
Whether you're from the west, coast, or east, we got hella weed
Keep rolling and smoking until you can't fucking see
White ash, all up in the tray
Got me smacked on a different phase, I missed my court side game
Whether you're from a borough, L.I. or the nine
Now we legal and smoking till we higher than high
Out on the west side, y'all been smoking for years
Now every hood puffing bud, we done switched up the gears
Every day
Every night
Yo, it's all the time
I get high
She get high
We get high
Yo, we burning raw papers and cones
Then we let all that smoke get up and just touch our dome
Been a long ass day, man I can't wait till I'm home
Gonna go through my phone, find a bad bitch to bone
She driving the whip, she gon' slide to the crib
When she came in this bitch, she said "Pa where's the spliffs?"
Had em right next to the clips for the stick
Ma come here and take a hit of my shit
Got her up on the couch, she said she high out her mind
Threw something on the TV, had her head on my thigh
Couple minutes later I peep, she started touching me
Took the movie off right before she started fucking me
I get high
Every day
Every night
Yo, it's all the time
I get high
She get high
So we get high
Written by: Noah Pontante