[Intro]
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
[Chorus: TEC]
If I ever let you down, it'll kill me inside and won't no evidence get found
Think I get high and wasn't nobody else around
'Cause I get so high and don't nobody hold me down, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I get such a feeling when I'm high
Feel it in my energy and vibe
I had to tell the reefer, "I'ma keep you on my side"
Puffin' Wiz Khalifa, feelin' peaceful and be high
[Verse 1: TEC]
Bumpin' "No Woman, No Cry," Bob Marley vibes
Inhaling too much smoke, might die like Bob Marley died
Steady rollin' up dope and it's like 5:45 up in the a.m.
Mama say it don't make sense, I ain't high, ain't got no patience
Like I'm on vacation in Jamaica how I blaze it
Backwood, don't do papers, rollin' flavors, gotta taste it
My weed heavy, high maintenance, I swear this every occasion
My grower one of the greatest, I'm blowin' one of his latest strands
I could've bought a Mercedes Benz
But I went and copped like a hundred P's
Them bitches landed right in front of me
Broke it down with every nigga under me
Want 'em cheap, gotta come to me
We cut the ticket, now we run the streets
But my weed really mean somethin' to me, for real
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
[Chorus: TEC]
If I ever let you down, it'll kill me inside and won't no evidence get found
Think I get high and wasn't nobody else around
'Cause I get so high and don't nobody hold me down, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I get such a feeling when I'm high
Feel it in my energy and vibe
I had to tell the reefer, "I'ma keep you on my side"
Puffin' Wiz Khalifa, feelin' peaceful and be high
[Verse 1: TEC]
Bumpin' "No Woman, No Cry," Bob Marley vibes
Inhaling too much smoke, might die like Bob Marley died
Steady rollin' up dope and it's like 5:45 up in the a.m.
Mama say it don't make sense, I ain't high, ain't got no patience
Like I'm on vacation in Jamaica how I blaze it
Backwood, don't do papers, rollin' flavors, gotta taste it
My weed heavy, high maintenance, I swear this every occasion
My grower one of the greatest, I'm blowin' one of his latest strands
I could've bought a Mercedes Benz
But I went and copped like a hundred P's
Them bitches landed right in front of me
Broke it down with every nigga under me
Want 'em cheap, gotta come to me
We cut the ticket, now we run the streets
But my weed really mean somethin' to me, for real
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