Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Think I'm High, artist - Emilio Rojas. Album song L.I.F.E. - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Same Plate Entertainment
Song language: English
I Think I'm High |
Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down |
Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around |
Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah |
Another one lit, sitting in a cloud |
Eyes blood red, the room’s spinning around |
Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah |
And I feel like my life is changing, and I don’t get faded |
But all the homies gone, and all the homies wasted |
And they walk me down so they treating us like we famous |
Now, they bring in liquor and women and medications |
We sitting alone in a room, a towel the window, the door |
To keep in the smoke, she gonna blow, we don’t be wandering in, and out of the |
hall |
Blowing a little bit in my face and it’s be feeling like I’m in a call |
Like I’m hit with a shotgun, shotgun to the head like a firing squad |
And I’m not a smoker but, all my people rolling up |
When they hit that blunt and it get another open, and they open up |
I told her I think it’s sexy when she lick the Kush |
You know these ladies nowadays they just get lit and fuck |
What I live my life in, you ain’t gotta like it |
Even pussy kill you like Isis Taylor was ISIS |
Everyone addicted to something, that’s just how life is |
And I’ll never be the one that’ll judge you for vices |
That’s why the homies… |
Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down |
Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around |
Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah |
Another one lit, sitting in a cloud |
Eyes blood red, the room’s spinning around |
Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah |
I been having trouble sleeping I should smoke something |
I been having trouble eating, I should smoke something |
They told me I don’t need a reason, I should smoke something |
I don’t need a reason I should smoke something |
Yeah, and my people are telling me maybe that smoking a little will help with |
the pain |
And my people are telling me maybe that smoking a little will help me create |
So I sit back in the crowd, looking a little bit into the haze |
Sneaking aways, I’mma get it while I’m in the middle of getting a daze |
Yeah, when you the only sober one is when it takes the longest |
You just wanna leave and everybody wanna stay there talking |
It’s when you babysit, everyone you came in with |
They wake up and you laughing at them, telling them the things they did |
But shit I gotta have control, so I don’t chase no high’s homie I be getting low |
And I don’t have no hopes of my passes getting faded, reaching out to us |
My ex out the equation like I’m doing fucking Algebra |
I tell a hater do the math, my people in the back getting stupid off of half |
A couple grams to the face, a couple dabs, while I’m sliding with two bitches |
to the back |
Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down |
Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around |
Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah |
Another one lit, sitting in a cloud |
Eyes blood red, the room’s spinning around |
Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah |
I don’t think that I’m high homie, I know that shit |
When your breaking up and then she roll that shit |
Passed to my leftie, staring at me as I hold that shit |
He like «I'm focused on this money, smoke that shit» |
Oh yeah, if I wasn’t the stoner life of the party |
I’d remember lots of shit, but my memory’s working hardly |
Leaving clues like the dude in my mental writing memos |
And stuff I need to do on the back of my hands in a purple sharpie |
What a bang, bang, boogie, Mary Jane strain cooked me |
And now I’m absent minded like my brain playing hookie |
But I keep myself composed, you know this kid ain’t a rookie |
Backstage with Emilio like «yo, just hit it you pussy» |
Nah, nah, to each his own, it’s whatever floats your boat |
Some people pop molly and some people sniff coke |
Some people drop acid and some people smoke weed |
But if you’re sober you’re going to catch a contact around me |
Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down |
Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around |
Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah |
Another one lit, sitting in a cloud |
Eyes blood red, the room spinning around |
Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah |