Feat. Jitta On The Track
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(Intro)
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We so high
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Cause we so high
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(Verse: Chris Webby)
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Yeah, I'm feeling lovely, please don't judge me
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Walkin' on the wild side, you just got to trust me
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Rollin' round with hippies, everyday I puff trees
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Gettin' so high there ain't nobody above me
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And I'm feeling spectacular chillin' at the bar
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No need for the mean muggin', why they acting hard?
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I be chillin' wid the people that are happier
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And I don't need the biggest house or the fastest car
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Shit I'm me and that's all I'll ever be, son
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I don't need no money to shape who I become
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I'm my own man, now that's freedom
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You getting what you paid for no refunds
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But fuck it yo, this a good day
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Listen when the hook play
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They be listing positive vibes and what I should say
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Is that I'm faded, feelin' happy as fuck
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Living every single day like it's the Cannabis Cup
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(Hook)
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Yeah, we smoke and get by
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And you know that we so high
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And I'm never come down
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Yeah, I'm never gonna come down
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I'm just tryna have a good day
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Cause we so high
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When they see him in the dope now?
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We don't really got to stop living this way
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But I'm gonna have a good day
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Yeah, I'm tryna have a good day
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(Verse: Jitta On The Track)
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Yeah, I'm so high and I can't come down
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It's (sad/said?) that she single and she wants the fun now
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It's sad that I'm Jitta and she took her tongue out
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She try to say she shy but that we sold out
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I be out in L.A, homegrown the team, baby
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Tryna fit a whole eighth up inside a leave, baby
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Yo I'm try to cuff? girl, I ain't with police, baby
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Jitta On The Track, lumber life's what your see, baby
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Yeah, I started with a swisha, smoke a blunt up in the mornin'
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Man, I'm tryna have a good day but you know I'm steady on it
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And I'm all about my paper like a office to the lungs
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Get to coughing, man, I'm fresh to death to the cough, man
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I'm stoned on top like a coffin, stoned in a cold like I'm Austin
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Baby, we can kick it like Kosten, white boy saying that I'm awesome
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Shit, I'm just tryna smoke weed to be honest
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(Hook)
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Yeah, we smoke and get by
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And you know that we so high
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And I'm never come down
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Yeah, I'm never gonna come down
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I'm just tryna have a good day
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Cause we so high
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When they see him in the dope now?
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We don't really got to stop living this way
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But I'm gonna have a good day
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Yeah, I'm tryna have a good day
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(Verse: Chris Webby)
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Feeling great, B, everything is gravy
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I'm just living life, going wherever it takes me
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Started from the bottom, now I'm up on phase three
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Shit, you know I got them and the crowd be going crazy
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I just run in through this war zone
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Tryna keep my head low
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Think they messing with me, motherfucker, that's a heck no
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Check yo, every time i spit I make them sweat yo
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You would think they doing hot yoga in a trench coat
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I'm just chilling doing my thing
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I could give a shit about the money and the fame
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All I need some good weed and a bong and a flame
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And a little bad bitch that'll scream my name
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When I'm laying that pipe like Luigi
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Holler when you see me
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Cotton mouth criminal, sipping on a Fiji
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Coming with that fire they be calling me Khaleesi
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I'm just being me I just need to be easy
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(Hook)
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Yeah, we smoke and get by
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And you know that we so high
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And I'm never come down
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Yeah, I'm never gonna come down
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I'm just tryna have a good day
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Cause we so high
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When they see him in the dope now?
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We don't really got to stop living this way
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But I'm gonna have a good day
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Yeah, I'm tryna have a good day
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Good Day
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Chris Webby |