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High as a motherfucker (yeah)

High as a motherfucker (yeah)

High as a motherfucker (yeah)

High as a motherfucker (yeah)

(JMNOP) verse 1

Muthafucka, if you got it

Go ahead and blaze the chronic

That shit that’s sure to cause a shift just like plate tectonics

Guaranteed to blow ya mind this time like the Delfonics

Make you and yo fam Pump up the jam like technotronic

Come on Light that shit on fire, Nigga

Stetsasonic

Take a pull enjoy the grass and make sure you flick the ash

What you babysittin for, you weed wastin bastard?

You supposed to hit that muthafucka twice and then you pass

Whether it’s a half

or a 3pointer like Curry

Sunshine in a bag

that Gorilla get me lifted like Murray

Love my women earthy quite curvy

That carry they own shit

and bring Dutches like Fergie

Or better raw paper if she treat me like a jawbreaker I could keep a secret between us like Las Vegas

GG, Sour, tangie, platinum kush my core flavors

This weed got me gone, Cheech and Chong

Everybody sing along

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High as a motherfucker (yeah)

High as a motherfucker (yeah)

High as a motherfucker (yeah)

High as a motherfucker (yeah)

(Jonathan UniteUs) verse 2

Suns use, she broke down

Nah she wasn’t crying

Rolled up

Got smoked out

Then it’s back to vibin

She like that neo soul R&B

I’m more the 3-6 Mafia type of g

Trippy 7 days a week

Miss me with a strain that’s weak

Potent contents only

Smell the odor when my order was delivered by my homie

This that feeling like, time don’t exist

Got my eyes to the skies

We was flyin off the shits

Laying in the smoke clouds as my hands traced her hips

“What we smoking on?” she asking me

That shit to put you in the mood and take us back to sleep

She took a toke, said, “relax” and slipped under the sheets

I’m like, Oh damn shorty you revealed the freak

Peaked at boo she ain’t slick

Was in the mood to hide and seek

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High as a motherfucker (yeah)

High as a motherfucker (yeah)

High as a motherfucker (yeah)

High as a motherfucker (yeah)

(Joey Golden) verse 3

I’m on 2 edis on the plane to the chi

Smell me everywhere I go I’m never playing shy

I’m saying what I’m saying

I ain’t waitin for replies

Let alone keeping track

Moving forward into time

Flying back

Already hit the bro for the next pack

No traffic just green going to the next bags

Jah split the art

Setting up another get back

Plus I’m still investing

repositioned

portfolios to flip that

Bro is a historian so he preserved the rules

But I’m a rebel

Just selfies

No passing just Melo

Stay healthy

No passion just vibes

No gassing just gas

Just chief

No pilgrim just tribe

Cop the low

Sell em for the high

Caught the low stock

sell it when it’s high

All my arrows

Going to the sky

And my dogs got coin

Like Elon when you chilling with Joe

Roll again

We getting higher than a mf