Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High on Halloween, artist - Twiztid.
Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
High on Halloween |
Man, it was fucked up and I’ll never forget it |
There was blood all over my hands, I must have did it |
I’m in handcuffs and these people keep screaming |
Yelling at the police |
Man he’s not breathing |
Flatline, I blacked out again |
Cause last time this shit happen |
I was covered in blood |
No love for the two-faced demon |
Who gets drunk and goes speeding |
Into the back of a pick-up truck |
Now it’s coming back to me |
I killed a family |
Because of my alcoholic insanity |
I’m in the cop car now, it's setting in |
That the blood on my hand is from the hole in my chin |
I know I’ll get a phone call for someone to come and get me |
But the person I would call I think was in the car with me |
Everybody died tonight because |
I wanted to get drunk and drive |
Now I’m doing life |
I wanna get high |
I got to get high |
If I don’t get high |
Then I can’t get by |
But we don’t get high on Halloween |
Cause bad shits always happening |
I wanna hit that blunt! |
Man give me that blunt! |
Go on and hit that blunt |
And quit acting like a punk! |
Fuck that! |
We ain’t getting high today |
And maybe all the spirits will just fly away |
Where the party goin' on tonight? |
It’s Halloween |
I got to get up on some green |
Before I show up on the scene |
Creeping clean |
Up out the Chevy sporting county blue |
Gripping the box of white owls to put the weed into |
The name is Blaze, nothing changed |
Pull the blunt out cause drank six fifths of Henny |
I ain’t even catch a buzz |
The music jumping when we started |
Make my way up to the party |
That’s when I spotted homeboy with the blunt from above |
Put the light up to the blunt |
Commence to fill my lungs with smoke |
until I’m swimming in a cloud of smoke |
Choking up the focus when it happened |
Room was spinning, people laughing |
The pictures on the wall come alive and start attacking |
The windows smashing out, people running all directions |
I tried to move myself it’s like I’m molded to my section |
Somebody laced my shit and now I’m layin on the flo' |
Damn, I’ll never smoke no weed on Halloween no mo' |
I wanna get high |
I got to get high |
If I don’t get high |
Then I can’t get by |
But we don’t get high on Halloween |
Cause bad shits always happening |
I wanna hit that blunt! |
Man give me that blunt! |
Go on and hit that blunt |
And quit acting like a punk! |
Fuck that! |
We ain’t getting high today |
And maybe all the spirits will just fly away |
When I’m high |
Treat Halloween like April Fool’s |
Then trick on these motherfucking ghost and ghouls |
She ask why’s this candy apple taste so salty? |
Because my dick pissed all acrossed it |
Three years probation for that shit hoe |
Just because these little punks couldn’t take the joke |
Now they coming at me with some shit like I can’t smoke |
And I just bought a sack of Halloween hydro |
Never know could go crazy again |
Razor blades in the candy bone, just grab in |
It’s like off Halloween when I get stoned |
I release one spirit from the dead to roam |
Can’t say if I’ll ever see them |
But the dirt that they do always comes a creeping |
So tonight just call me Skip |
And be thankful I didn’t hit that shit |
Pass it on dawg |
I wanna get high |
I got to get high |
If I don’t get high |
Then I can’t get by |
But we don’t get high on Halloween |
Cause bad shits always happening |
I wanna hit that blunt! |
Man give me that blunt! |
Go on and hit that blunt |
And quit acting like a punk! |
Fuck that! |
We ain’t getting high today |
And maybe all the spirits will just fly away |
Shit maybe ya’ll ain’t getting high |
but I’m in this mothafucka CHIEFIN |
Happy Halloween ya’ll |
Hey, we’ll see ya’ll next year October 31, 2003 |
Wait, that’s this year |
Let me hit that mothafucking joint |
He’s sitting in here right now with a straight bag of Hershey |
Reggie’s man, Reg |
They call him Mr. October Reggie |
Mersh if you’re over on West Coast |
I thought that was coffee grinds |
FUCK yea man, and a bottle of Remy |
Reggie Lewis Rules! |
Happy Halloween ya’ll |
FAMILY! |