Get Hi Danny Brown (Ft. B-Real)

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
I'm blowing on some Miles, something kind of blue
The kind of dope you swear could make dreams come true
Sticky icky nugs, real furry buds
This my party pack, call it the cotton club
Towel under the door, hotboxin' hotels
Security knockin', what's that smell?
Ornette with a fortress
Scorching frontos on porches
Torching up the purple
Got me spinning in a circle
I'm Coltrane on Soul Plane
Propane flow game
Bitches know my name from Cancún to Spokane
Got it in my carry-on
Smoke it 'til it's all gone
No homo, but your bitch go Tommy Dorsey on my trombone
I hit the greenery, jaws go Gillespie
Have a nigga shakin' like he got epilepsy
I hit it twice, then I pass it to the right
Mary Jane, you be the love of my life

[Chorus: B-Real]
Say you had a bad day, you want the stress to go away
Just roll up and take the pain away
And get high
Every morning I wake up, first thing, I roll up
Before I get my day started, first I gotta bake up
And get high