I’m High T-Pain (Ft. Styles P)

[Intro: T-Pain]
Yeah man, I'll smoke wit'chu, y'knahmsayin?
I'm sayin it ain't nuttin y'knahmsayin
Ain't shit to me y'knahmsayin it's just like
I don't be wantin to get high
Cause that shit be lookin like it be havin niggas y'knahmsayin?
That right there, believe it all, ha ha ha, yeah y'all
Nah man I, I mean, think it's gettin tired though, no joke f'real
What you got on, you got a Swisher? Or, that's a Philly or what?
Oh that's a Swisher okay I mean y'know
Y'know niggas rap about Swishers and shit
They don't believe in at all, ha ha ha ha
Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-ch'all {*laughing fast*} y'knahmsayin?
I hit it man, roll it and... oh you got one? Aight
Let me hit that shit man

[Verse 1: Styles P]
You can knock, on my door but ain't, nobody home
I might be there, but I'm gone cause I'm stuck off a zone
I'm "Half Baked" like the guy on the couch, I don't get high I'm a grouch
So I puff, on my line and be out
I call my road dog, pick me up with weed, let's hit the road dawg
You blew it with a hood rat, the fuck you break the code for?
God damn I think that I'm high, too much haze
But I, see my ghost pass within the blink of a eye
And them ghetto niggas, know how it feel
I smoke more than a buildin on fire roll more than the wheel
I get stuck like a car in the mud, and blow my greens out
And call my nigga T-Pain to borrow some buds
And then choke, 'til I think I'mma cry, or I think I'mma die
Nah dawg, I just think that I'm high, shhh