Check 1-2 - Gettin' High

Do you ever smoke n get so high
Get so high like your gon touch the sky
I Smoke from the o not 50 bags
Try to smoke me under you be waving white flags
I'm on cloud 9 jet lagged
How much in that raw about 5?
Five grams to the fucking my head
Yeah you fucking know my eyes red
But I'm never sleeping go to bed
Cause I'm working hard step by step
Yeah I'm working jobs to keep me fed

These positive vibes I do be spreading
Got some bud smell like the gates of heaven
Hanging outside the 7/11
Drinking polars cups I'm cotton mouthed
Watch the cars go by that muscle sound
So much shit in my head like lost and found
When I get the money I move to pounds
Keep on rolling like i'm limp bizkit
I Keep on toking fuck the circumstances
Cant see no cops i take my chances
Black hoodie on I'm dropping ashes
No paparazzi taking flashes
Cause I'm underground with no fashion

Written by:
Matthew Gorman

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