| I can’t stop feelin' high
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| I’ll never come down
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| Too much pot in the brownie pan
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| Got me baked faster than the brownies, man
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| Have you ever been high from the inside out?
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| On the lawn in my boxers like the insides out
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| Carjack a Care Bear and just ride out
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| In one of them cloud whips with the OnStar chip
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| I’m so high, I hope you understand this shit
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| Jane was plain til' I ate her then she came too quick
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| Drink water while I’m rhyming but I still can’t spit
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| My mouth is pure cotton like a t-shirt coughin'
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| If baked means potato then my brain is au gratin
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| Talkin to myself with my neighbors all watchin'
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| But going in the house proves way too hard
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| When I fall in the front door and land in the back yard
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| Physics don’t apply, midgets in the sky
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| Skippin' round my head saying" «Negro you so high!»
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| Damn
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| I can’t stop feelin' high
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| I’ll never come down
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| Said I’m eye to eye with sky gods beside Horus
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| Feeling like that white man singing in the chorus
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| How’d I grow to be the tallest tree in the forest
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| Without putting green in a shell like a tortoise, huh?
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| Rigor mortised, higher than a lions chin
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| If this was symphonies I’m way up there with violins
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| If its a choir then, soprano octaves
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| In an opera, where God lives
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| Look, I know I’m soundin' like a liar but
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| These brownies was angel sex
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| Got a nigga high as fuck
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| I smoke trees ins through all four seasons
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| But I’m like gas prices, high for no reason
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| Call a nurse your boy’s higher than Google Earth
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| And if I fell the impact would put me through the dirt
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| So let me zoom in, and get my zoom on
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| This weed is Neil Armstrong I’m on the moon blown
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| I can’t stop feelin' high
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| I’ll never come down
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| I just wanted me, some regular weed
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| With regular stems and regular seeds
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| Cause this shit here…
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| I just wanted me, some regular weed
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| With regular stems and regular seeds
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| Cause this shit here… |