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I Get High, I Get High

I Get High, I Get High

I Get High, I Get High

I Get High on your memories

High on your memories

High on your memories



I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)

I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)

I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)

Highhhh (In background thoughout song)



[Verse One- Styles]

Everyday I need an ounce and a half

S.P.: the only flow`er that you know with a bounce in 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 cuz I`m in the hood, the guns in around

It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now

And I`d rather roll somethin up

Cuz if I`m sober dogg, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up

I get high as a kite

I`m in the zone all alone, muthafucka `case I`m dyin tonight

So I roll em up back to back, fat as I could

You got beef with Styles P, I come to slide to the hood



[Chorus]

I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)

I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)

I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)

High, high, high, high (Everyday)

I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)

I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)

I Get High, high, high, high

Highhhh



[Verse Two- Styles]

Ayo, I smoke like a chim-in-ney

Matta fact I, smoke like a gun

When a killa 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 finishing 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 blunt and the walls, you understand

Like the M-5 pedal when its touchin the floor

I get high cuz fuck it, what`s better to do

And I`ma neva give a fuck cuz I`m better than you



[Chorus]



[Verse Three- Styles]

I`ma smoke til my lungs collapse

I`m from a era where

Niggas cause terror over guns and crack

Where a dolla bill is powerful

I smoke weed cuz time seem precious, and I know what a hour do

High for a livin, gots ta ride for a livin

Wit my real gangsta niggas that`ll die for a livin

Shit I get as high as I could

Cuz if you see things like I see things

Cuz I`ma die in the hood

Muthafucka understand its full service to you

I don`t smoke the weed if it aint purple or blue

And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die

This is S.P. dump it in, you bitch I get high



[Chorus Til Fade]

I Get High, I Get High

I Get High, I Get High

I Get High, I Get High

I Get High on your memories

High on your memories

High on your memories



I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)

I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)

I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)

Highhhh (In background thoughout song)



[Verse One- Styles]

Everyday I need an ounce and a half

S.P.: the only flow`er that you know with a bounce in 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 cuz I`m in the hood, the guns in around

It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now

And I`d rather roll somethin up

Cuz if I`m sober dogg, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up

I get high as a kite

I`m in the zone all alone, muthafucka `case I`m dyin tonight

So I roll em up back to back, fat as I could

You got beef with Styles P, I come to slide to the hood



[Chorus]

I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)

I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)

I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)

High, high, high, high (Everyday)

I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)

I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)

I Get High, high, high, high

Highhhh



[Verse Two- Styles]

Ayo, I smoke like a chim-in-ney

Matta fact I, smoke like a gun

When a killa 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 finishing 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 blunt and the walls, you understand

Like the M-5 pedal when its touchin the floor

I get high cuz fuck it, what`s better to do

And I`ma neva give a fuck cuz I`m better than you



[Chorus]



[Verse Three- Styles]

I`ma smoke til my lungs collapse

I`m from a era where

Niggas cause terror over guns and crack

Where a dolla bill is powerful

I smoke weed cuz time seem precious, and I know what a hour do

High for a livin, gots ta ride for a livin

Wit my real gangsta niggas that`ll die for a livin

Shit I get as high as I could

Cuz if you see things like I see things

Cuz I`ma die in the hood

Muthafucka understand its full service to you

I don`t smoke the weed if it aint purple or blue

And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die

This is S.P. dump it in, you bitch I get high



[Chorus Til Fade]

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