[Intro: Michael Franks (Sampled)] We get higher and high Crazy blue like St. Elmo's Fire Love so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at [x2]
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] Um ebony playboy prop stock named Burman Trees burnin', gon' need that smokey bear and shurm Heh, 'till the freak cannot get no higher lightnin' jolly ranchers on fire Please don't knock it until you try it, on some tweak shit And we don't really fuck with that street shit when we high Niggas got the munchies tryna get a meal, on that meek shit when we high Niggas snort ricky and pop pill that MMG shit we decline Only stickiest of that icky pack yo bags right and get trippy Got them ray bans on my face and bomber jackets 'bout to get pimpy hol' up Hol' up, playboy got the buds, stockling got the roar you hit that bitch 'bout once bet you won't want that bitch no more
[Break: Michael Franks (Sampled)] We get higher and high Crazy blue like St. Elmo's Fire Love so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at [x2]
[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] So, why should I care about these wack rappers (you shouldn't) No class, got the gat up in my backpack wrappers (pow pow pow pow pow) Working at the Gap and I unwrap mad wrappers with fresh gear I could address mad rappers right now (right the fuck now) 'Bout the terrible shit they write down, that Cuba Gooding Jr. flow they're just bad actors So, I give 'em a dose of my own stuff to take 'em higher than mountain ranges where Karl Malone was A stoner, I'm coming at these pussies like a boner They sleepin' on a nigga so I'm spitting cups of Folgers Wake up nigga, time to wake up nigga I'm here for the money you gon' take a pay cut nigga got fooled
[Outro: Michael Franks (Sampled)] We get higher and high Crazy blue like St. Elmo's Fire Love so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at [x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
