I'M HI feat.STYLES P

Yo man, I'll smoke with you, ya know what I'm sayin? I'm saying, it ain't nothing, ya know what I'm sayin? It ain't shit to me, ya know what I'm sayin, it's just like, I won't be wantin to get high cuz that shit be lookin like it be having a nigga ya know what I'm sayin'... hahaha believe it now, hahahaha Hey ya'll Naw man, I've done it a few times, no joke for real But what you got on? You got a swisha or what? That's a swisha, okay I mean ya know, niggas rap about swishas and shit............... I'll hit it man, Roll one... oh you got one, aiight, let me hit this shit man You can knock on my door, but ain't nobody home I might be there but I'm gone cuz I'm stuck off of 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 lye and be out I call my road dog, pick me up with weed and hit the roads dog You blowin wit a hood rat, what 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 an eye And them ghetto niggas know how I feel I smoke a bowl in a building on fire, and 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 bud And to joke to think I'ma cry, or till I think I'ma die Naw dog I just think that I'm high See I ain't never smoke before, so I'ma take two hits and I'ma blow my mind away I never thought that I'd be gettin' high today Now it's on me again so I take another pull We in the Cadillac floatin like the ocean suddenly everything was movin in slow motion So I take another hit, and try to relax I'm beatin on my chest, the D.J. beatin on my back Somebody help me I think I'm about to die But I got it, I got it So I grabbed the blunt, it came right back to me But I know that this smoke is still runnin through me I don't think that I'ma ever open my eyes, my homeboys said whyyyy And I said cuz I'm highhhhh Dog I think that I'm highhhhh Dog I feel like I'm high I really think that I'm high Damn! Please stop by the store, cuz my mouth dry and I ran out of hoes Them little debbies got me lickin my chops But I just wanna drink and Newports oh so in the box Maybe a swisha king or three I seen a fine behind that wanna hang wit me, as long as I bring the weed I said cool I'ma ride on through Thirty minutes later we was getting high in the room And then I take another hit, and try to relax I'm beatin on my chest, this girl. beatin on my back Somebody help me I think I'm about to die But I got it, don't touch me I got it I passed the blunt, and then it came right back to me But I know that this smoke is still runnin through me I don't think that I'ma ever open my eyes, my homegirls said whyyyy And I said that I'm highhhhh Dog I think that I'm highhhhh Dog I really feel like I'm highhhhh I probably can't sing cuz I'm highhhhhhhhh