| Recline in your seat, while we ride to the beat
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| Cause all we wanna do is get high by beach
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| Get high by the beach, get high by the beach
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| All we wanna do is get high by the beach
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| Get high, get high, get high, get high get high, get so high
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| Get high, get high, get high, get high get high, get so high
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| Maybe it’s because I’m selfish, I’m sorry but I can’t help it
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| Cause I’m smoking by the coast and all my worries are neglected
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| For the moment for a second I’m not tweeting I’m not texting
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| I’m not calling, I’m not checking so don’t bother with leaving a message
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| I’m not stressing in the least bit 'cos we just let that smoke fly
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| And I’m living it how I see fit from the sunrise to low tide
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| I’m so high don’t know why my seat belt still on
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| I’ve been parked for 40 minutes, yo, damn this weed is strong
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| See I roll up and give it the flame
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| Now all of my windows are fogged out
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| This chronic pumping through my veins
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| Now all of my worries are crossed out
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| And I’m gone now like I’m Lana
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| High by the beach with marijuana
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| No road map, no ways out, no drama, nada
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| All I wanna do is get high by the beach
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| Get high by the beach, get high, (X4)
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| Karma’s a bitch and life’s a beach
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| Ain’t shit sweet, the bottom is deep
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| The undertow is strong so watch your feet
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| Don’t get carried away by the sea
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| Submerged under water by Davy Jones' Locker
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| With shellfish and lobsters and ancient sea monsters
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| From starboard to port, to weed back on shore
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| No life jackets needed, my ship stay on course
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| From Venice to Montauk, and way back to Norwalk
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| We spark up and then we get high
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| And you know that I be puffing as much as I can
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| Hit it and pass it then do it again
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| Tapping a blunt in my hand
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| Leaving this ash all over the sand
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| Don’t need me a plan
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| Don’t need me a schedule
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| 'Cos I got medical indica edibles, feeling incredible
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| Fuck all the chemicals (up in the clouds,)
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| Extraterrestrial (hearing me now?)
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| Clear, now ready your ears
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| Bury your burden, and steady your chairs
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| No lifeguard on duty, you better beware
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| The current is currently pulling you where
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| You pass your pass now pass the swisher
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| Ask the captain, ask the skipper
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| Get your scuba mask and grab the flippers
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| Bitches
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| All I wanna do is get high by the beach
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| Get high by the beach, get high, (X4)
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| Recline in your seat, while we ride to the beat
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| 'Cos all we wanna do is get high by beach
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| Get high by the beach, get high by the beach
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| All we wanna do is get high by the beach |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High By The Beach , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album Webster's Laboratory II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп