Lyrics High PD - Asher Roth, Blvff

High PD

Uh, hmm
Alright, alright, alright, I got this
Chill out, bro, shut up, shut up
What seems to be the problem, Mr. Officer?
It’s Ash Wednesday, we’re just off to church
Yo son, save the small talk, I just caught the word
That two kids on the road stolen lots of herb
With all due respect that a cop deserves
I’m at a loss for words, well that’ll cause concerns
A little birdy through a tip and y’all fit the description
And plus the car reeks loud like the woofers be hitting, so where is it?
Okay, I give it, thank my parents and religion
If I forgiven
See me I’m on this rarely snitching, but sergeant just listen
There’s a professor who made his mission cultivating sicko, this man’s a real
sicko
Making all the kids grow for diploma quid pro
Trying to make him quarterback to back it to the end zone
Not sure about his end goal but I had to score first
Behind the lines I hit the spot up, Kyle Korver
I guess it’s easy as that
Son, I applaud your two cents kid, ain’t no nickelin' that
You sold the plug so I ain’t charging you for being a rat
In fact, keep a nug or two but I’ll be taking the pack
Better haul ass 'fore I switch it’s sick I’m letting you go
Better watch your six 'cause I got blue for all the black on the road
And meaning skin, I’m talkin' hue of your clothes
Now y’all be safe 'cause I ain’t saving no ghosts
I just be making 'em, so get to the road
What the hell happened?
It all got so drastic
Just from me and skipping these classes
Focused on puffing, not passing
It lead me to capping to captain who highjacked the package
The in me, now the tank is back on empty
Hope the word don’t reach the students, know they’ll all resent me
Insta-model occupation strictly tempt me
Blame that bitch for all the envy in the
So what demands a little xanny, Mr. Teddy Talk
Birki’s with the peppy walk, lager’s with the heavy froth
While he’s reading Karl Marx, hoping we don’t move to Mars
'Fore we
Might just know it all on some Nardwuar
Yo, these stupid little kids, dumbasses
I’m out here doing lord’s work while they’re cutting classes
And sagging their pants acting like damn bastards, I had to daddy 'em
But I’m a nice guy, I let 'em go without attackin' 'em
Now I got their pack and opened that and saw a new hue
This ain’t like some shit you see on screens, it’s like some voodoo
I’m lifted off the smell alone, station said return but now I’m yearning for
the pheromones
What the fuck I care for?
I bleed blue
Still ain’t get my share of finer things that I can see through
This shit probably easy to grow
I’ll get some cheap dudes to keep you growing to trees and sell you for a steep
due
Ayo, I’m loving what this greed do, man
One-two click in this gone
Gotta think quick 'fore I slip and it’s done
I’ma do right while I do what’s wrong
If I take this hit I’ma blow that bomb
With the greenhouse in shambles and the retrohash now in the hands of an
ill-intentioned megalomaniac, Professor Roth has been forced to cancel his
class