| I get high on your memory
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| High on your memory
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| High on your memory
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| I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
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| I get high, high, high, high (every night)
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| I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
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| Everyday I need an ounce and a half
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| S-P, the only flowa that you know with a bounce and a half
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| Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
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| So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave
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| I get high cause I’m in the hood, the guns is around
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| And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbles me now
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| And I’d rather roll something up
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| Cause if I’m sober dog, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up
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| I get high as a kite, I’m in the zone, all alone, motha fucka case I’m dyin
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| tonight
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| So I roll em up, back to back, fat as I could
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| You got beef with south P, I come strapped with the hood
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| I get high, (I get high)
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| I get high, (I get high)
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| I get high, (I get high)
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| I get high, (I get high)
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| I get high on your memory
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| High on your memory
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| High on your memory
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| I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
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| I get high, high, high, high (every night)
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| I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
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| Ay yo, I smoke like a chiminey
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| Matter fact I — smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
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| I smoke like Bob Marley did
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| After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies
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| Spit with the finishing touch, get this that
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| Ima finish you before I finish the dutch
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| I get high like the birds and the planes
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| I get high when — bullets hit faces after words exchange
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| I get a rush off the blood on the walls
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| You understand, like the S-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
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| I get high cause fuck it, what’s better to do
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| And Ima never give a fuck, cause I’m better than you
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| I get high, (I get high)
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| I get high, (I get high)
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| I get high, (I get high)
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| I get high, (I get high)
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| I get high on your memory
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| High on your memory
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| High on your memory
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| I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
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| I get high, high, high, high (every night)
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| I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
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| Im’a smoke 'till my lungs collapse
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| I’m from the era where, niggas cause terror over guns and crack
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| Where the dollar bill is powerful
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| I smoke weed cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do
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| I get high for a livin, gots to ride for a livin
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| With my bill Gates the niggas that’ll die for a livin
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| Shit I get as high as I could
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| Cause if you see things, like I see things, Ima die in the hood
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| Motha fucka understand its full service for you
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| I don’t smoke the weed if it ain’t purple or blue
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| And you can name any rapper, if you want it die
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| This is s-p dumpin and bitch I get high
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| I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)
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| I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
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| I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
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| High, high, high, high (Everyday)
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| I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
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| I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
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| I Get High, high, high, high
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| Highhhh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Times , by - Styles. Song from the album A Gangster And A Gentleman, in the genre Поп