Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot
This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
Are you surprised? they belong in high school,
Im taking off sky high on a rocket,
Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit
How little hugs can turn to draws offered
I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third
Man im so high if i land ill make the pavement dust,
Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different
And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat
Im high as a bitch smokin weed
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Im always high cus its all about location
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