| When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
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| Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high» -] Slick Rick
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| Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
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| Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high»
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| You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry?
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| «Hey kid, walk straight, master your high»
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| Can’t remember a thing no matter how hard you try
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| «Hey kid, walk straight, master your high»
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| First you start mumbling
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| Then you start stumbling
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| Then your motor skills start malfunctioning
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| Could it be the intake
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| Of the chemical that makes your body shake
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| All over, so critical
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| First one running to the bar
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| To get a drink
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| First one hanging out the car
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| Chunky pink
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| Really paralyzed, numb up and sedated
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| Moving with that rubber band body when you faded
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| Smoke about an ounce of weed
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| Drank ten beers, it’s just a
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| Matter of time before you start getting the fears
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| You can’t steer? |
| (you can’t steer?)
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| You can’t hear? |
| (you can’t hear?)
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| You ain’t here, you can’t steer clear?
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| You wanna go home?
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| When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
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| Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high» (-]Slick Rick, 'Hey
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| Young World' (I think))
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| Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
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| Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high»
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| You took a half of shrooms, you think you gon die?
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| «Hey kid, walk straight, master your high»
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| Can’t remember a thing no matter how hard you try
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| «Master your high»
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| First you smoke indo
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| Then some chocolate
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| But the gin and juice got you skyrocketing
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| Yo, can I get a Long Island?
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| Who got the bud?
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| Now you wanna lay it down
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| In the club
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| You supposed to be a thug drinking thug passion
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| But you can barely push it to the house
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| Without crashing
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| Now, you know better
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| Than getting that saucy
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| Trying to mix tequila
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| With kamekaze and bossy (?)
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| Fudge brownies
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| With ganja butter
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| Then you wanna hit the bone?
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| Your eyes flutter
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| Yo, she had a happy face
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| On her ecstacy
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| She started touching her private place
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| While she standing next to me
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| You shoulda had one drink
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| Like your girl
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| Now you in the bathroom
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| Calling Earl
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| Oh, now you got the spins
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| The head-twirls
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| Underestimate your high
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| It rocked your world
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| When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
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| Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high» (-]Slick Rick, 'Hey
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| Young World' (I think))
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| Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
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| Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high»
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| You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry?
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| «Hey kid, walk straight, master your high»
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| Can’t remember a thing on the acid fry
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| «Master your high»
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| First you need oxygen
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| For circulation
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| Then you need agua
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| Rejuvination
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| Maybe you should eat something
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| But nothing spicy
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| Maybe try a cold thai
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| Nice and icy
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| Now you can’t leave here
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| You can barely open doors
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| Maybe take a shower
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| Open your pores
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| Just try to shake it off
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| Have some activity
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| Get your shit together
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| Then come back to the festivities
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| I’m not saying don’t get high
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| Cuz that’s on you
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| I’m just saying if you don’t get high
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| Then what to do?
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| See, my friend right here
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| Can hold his liquor
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| But my friend right here
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| Is getting sicker
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| So, he started beef with my homie over what?
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| Took this fool to the house
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| To sober up
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| Maybe you should listen up
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| Heed the warning
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| Or you gonna wake up sick as fuck
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| In the morning
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| God DAMN! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Master Your High , by - Aceyalone. Song from the album Accepted Eclectic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп