Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Master Your High, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Accepted Eclectic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Master Your High |
When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by |
Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high» -] Slick Rick |
Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes |
Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high» |
You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry? |
«Hey kid, walk straight, master your high» |
Can’t remember a thing no matter how hard you try |
«Hey kid, walk straight, master your high» |
First you start mumbling |
Then you start stumbling |
Then your motor skills start malfunctioning |
Could it be the intake |
Of the chemical that makes your body shake |
All over, so critical |
First one running to the bar |
To get a drink |
First one hanging out the car |
Chunky pink |
Really paralyzed, numb up and sedated |
Moving with that rubber band body when you faded |
Smoke about an ounce of weed |
Drank ten beers, it’s just a |
Matter of time before you start getting the fears |
You can’t steer? |
(you can’t steer?) |
You can’t hear? |
(you can’t hear?) |
You ain’t here, you can’t steer clear? |
You wanna go home? |
When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by |
Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high» (-]Slick Rick, 'Hey |
Young World' (I think)) |
Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes |
Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high» |
You took a half of shrooms, you think you gon die? |
«Hey kid, walk straight, master your high» |
Can’t remember a thing no matter how hard you try |
«Master your high» |
First you smoke indo |
Then some chocolate |
But the gin and juice got you skyrocketing |
Yo, can I get a Long Island? |
Who got the bud? |
Now you wanna lay it down |
In the club |
You supposed to be a thug drinking thug passion |
But you can barely push it to the house |
Without crashing |
Now, you know better |
Than getting that saucy |
Trying to mix tequila |
With kamekaze and bossy (?) |
Fudge brownies |
With ganja butter |
Then you wanna hit the bone? |
Your eyes flutter |
Yo, she had a happy face |
On her ecstacy |
She started touching her private place |
While she standing next to me |
You shoulda had one drink |
Like your girl |
Now you in the bathroom |
Calling Earl |
Oh, now you got the spins |
The head-twirls |
Underestimate your high |
It rocked your world |
When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by |
Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high» (-]Slick Rick, 'Hey |
Young World' (I think)) |
Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes |
Tell 'em «hey kid, walk straight, master your high» |
You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry? |
«Hey kid, walk straight, master your high» |
Can’t remember a thing on the acid fry |
«Master your high» |
First you need oxygen |
For circulation |
Then you need agua |
Rejuvination |
Maybe you should eat something |
But nothing spicy |
Maybe try a cold thai |
Nice and icy |
Now you can’t leave here |
You can barely open doors |
Maybe take a shower |
Open your pores |
Just try to shake it off |
Have some activity |
Get your shit together |
Then come back to the festivities |
I’m not saying don’t get high |
Cuz that’s on you |
I’m just saying if you don’t get high |
Then what to do? |
See, my friend right here |
Can hold his liquor |
But my friend right here |
Is getting sicker |
So, he started beef with my homie over what? |
Took this fool to the house |
To sober up |
Maybe you should listen up |
Heed the warning |
Or you gonna wake up sick as fuck |
In the morning |
God DAMN! |