Lyrics:
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
a dick, she walk with a limp[01:07.39]I smoke by the hour, you smoke, you cough, you're a wimp[01:09.90]I get high as a blimp[01:11.38]Control these demons,
Why don't you fly on by?
If your flock dives you'll die
Why don't you fly on by?
If your flock dives you'll die
Why don't you fly on by?
If your
brine
Let the sand slide down your hand that's a nice sign
Time to a man is a ride he must abide by
Cant get a look in it seems you mistook him
What you
Extinguisher
Run for cover cuz ducking ain't finally help
Ill Cremate you and put you up on a shelf
Like when fly's scatter at a horse stables im on this shit
Me
away
If you don't like where I stay, fly away, ahhhhh
[T-Mo]
There's a ghetto in every city (know dat)
Politicians slangin slurs, high from
got some skills, I mean
If you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't
(I got skins. I got skins.)
You're over. So Mista Lawnge, listen, I give this
back to punch you to the ground, you trick
It's a trap, fuck my last CD, that shit's in my trash
I'll be God-damned if another rapper gets in my ass
I
calls
I'm deep in soul
Disconnect to reconnect
I recommend it
If you're feeling lost cross your appendages
Release the hold you think you control
(One, two, three, four)
I can never fall down
When I know the world could be mine
If we're gonna fly now
Then I need you by my side
Way up in the sky
Aye aye aye Pastor Chris
Why you so fly
Because Christ made me in the image of the Most High
That's why
I don't need drugs to get up
I know by
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
this my bredda
Cuz you're still that guy
Yeah, you're still that fly
I'm still smoking
Till I shouldn't feel that high
Yeah you're still the same
You
flexing
I roll another one high as heavens
Reign down with the words hope you get the message
I euro step misdirection
Let the hate fly by I'm rarely
The stories we tell will ride high in the sky
The difference will rise, the mothers will cry
The caskets will close and white doves they will fly
who gone size me
Hope you talking bout exercising
Ian lying can't wrestle bout it
Put so much of lead in ya body, body
We moving ahead that's logic
Told
be fly as bitch
Off the og be high as a rim, dunk in that pussy like Michael or Vince
She be like Real I heard that you rich, how’d about if we go half
sus'
They couldn't stop us, we on some high shit
She like, "Give it to me, baby, don't stop it"
Who knows? Ayy, ayy
I can't fuck with you if you
both know that deads can't live rebirth
And so there you go, offering your cursed thoughts on sacrifice
So lead all 'em openly
Take your heavy glance not
the preacher dance
Bring your horn along and you can add to the pure confection
And if you can't fly you'll have to move in with the rhythm section
Either
all too classy
You can't party with me but
You can kiss my Whistle
It ain't nothing but a party hey
From the early evening to the break of day
So step
really that's all that I'm doing
Shit I ain't got time
I really got too much pain in my eyes
Smoke a whole pound and I can't get high
You ain't got
She say you live wild everyday
I say you got too much to say
I'm smoking good gas Lucky Charms
If I love you protect you from harm
Working hard
watching time fly
I'm so high watching time fly
My mind on we
Gonna be somebody that you might not see
In the future cause some of y'all went blind on me
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