| I’ma get you so high
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| I’ma get you so high
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| I’ma get you so high
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| I’ma get you so high
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| Here I go my mind starts joggin'
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| And I know I shouldn’t have been hoggin' that indo
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| And now everythin’s foggin'
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| It’s just another case of a man mind bogglin'
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| So back up off me, I need rooms to puff
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| It’s Saint Dog and I can’t get enough
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| Rough, I smoke so I like it goin' down
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| We’re all gettin' lifted 'cause I just stole a pound
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| Two hits and pass that’s what saint’s yellin'
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| But fuck that shit, I’m hittin' till my mind’s jellin'
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| And when I’m done, I’ll head to Flannagan’s
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| To play some pool and max with a couple friends
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| Grabbed a sack, it’s off to a local park
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| Break out the bong, pack it tight and let it spark
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| Windows up so the bug’s gettin' fishbowled
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| And if you’re in you can’t escape the indo
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| Oh shit, it’s gettin' deep into my mind
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| I took seven hits off that bud called kind
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| I close my eyes, my mind starts joggin'
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| Here I go again, man, I’m mind bogglin'
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| I’ma get you so high
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| I’ma make that ass fly
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| Pack up the bong stand by
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| I’ma get you so high
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| Here I go my mind starts joggin'
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| And I know I shouldn’t have been hoggin' that indo
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| And now everythin’s foggin'
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| It’s just another case of a man mind bogglin'
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| Here I go reminiscin' about the weekend
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| Takin' time to remember where my shit has been
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| Dinner to dancin', fly girl romancin'
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| Ballin' with the homies, smokin' buds and relaxin'
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| High fashion is how I was smokin'
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| Fuck the schwag weed, indo is what I’m talkin'
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| Spliff to my lips as I tilt my head back
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| Lookin' like a mack 'cause I’m down to blaze a sack
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| I said, inhale, exhale
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| Kottonmouth hit so I said, «That's swell»
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| Pass a tweak to the left, party buzz’s set in
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| I need some fresh air because I’m high off that in
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| I walked towards the door but I didn’t get far
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| My high kicked in, I took a seat at the bar
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| As I look into the sky and the air starts smoggin'
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| Here I go again kid, I’m mind bogglin'
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| I’ma get you so high
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| I’ma make that ass fly
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| Pack up the bong stand by
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| I’ma get you so high
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| Here I go my mind starts joggin'
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| And I know I shouldn’t have been hoggin' that indo
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| And now everythin’s foggin'
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| It’s just another case of a man mind bogglin'
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| Smoke sliffs and live the life of Riley
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| Stay high and be so damn smiley
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| For then I won’t worry about tomorrow
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| Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow
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| Here I go gettin' deep into my mind again
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| Thinkin' 'bout good times, smokin' kind again
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| By myself so you say, man you’re hooked on chronic
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| Am I a stoner or a loner man I can’t call
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| In this cell-lock realm that I’m livin' in, dog chains
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| I got family members fiendin' from the cocaine
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| And loved ones locked up in prison
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| That’s why I’m bailin', yellin', man fuck the system
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| All the pressures of this life get me frustrated
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| So I reach for the bong so I can get faded
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| I blaze a bowl hope it takes me to another level
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| To escape the pain and all my life’s trouble
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| Close my eyes and pray take the pain away
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| Ask the Lord, «Should I live to see another day?»
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| Rob Harris died, I guess that’s one of life’s little tests
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| Jason Thirsk took a bullet straight to the fuckin' chest
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| Monique Delgado my first real true love
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| Died at twenty three, now she’s waitin' for me up above
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| I grabbed a pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin'
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| Here I go again motherfucker my mind’s bogglin'
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| I’ma get you so high
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| I’ma make that ass fly
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| Pack up the bong stand by
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| I’ma get you so high
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| I wanna smoke sliffs and live the life of Riley
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| Stay high and be so damn smiley
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| For then I won’t worry about tomorrow
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| Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow
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| I’ma get you so high
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| I’ma get you so high
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| I’ma get you so high
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| I’ma get you so high
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| Mind bogglin'
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| Mind bogglin'
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| Mind bogglin' |