So High Promatic (Ft. Guilty Simpson)

[Intro: Proof]
Pills I pop 'em, pills I count 'em, pills I pop 'em
Pills I count 'em, pills I pop 'em
Pills! (HIGH! WE GET HIGH!)
PILLS! (Promatic nigga!)

[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
I stepped in the place with a blunt in my face
And I ain't trying to catch case but I think this shit laced (Damn)
Maybe I should do like Ma$e and stop rapping
Stop smoking, stop drinking, start laughing
It ain't nothing else to do on the earth
To get high enough to flirt and count these smurfs
Little blue motherfuckers running all in your purse
Am I tweaking? Man I must don't know what I'm worth
That's what they tell me, it feels like I'm under a curse
I am so high, Sicknotes making me burp (*Burp*)
Yo pass the Hpnotiq and give me a slurp
Shit got me doing karate, protеcting my turf
Shit got me holding my body and stomach to hurt
(Roll another!) In the party storе making outbursts
I'm sick, I told yall that last record
Ain't that a bitch? I just can't seem to remembering (Remembering)

[Chorus: Ian Anderson]
Flying So High
Trying to remember
How many cigarettes
Did I bring along?