Chris Webby - I Think I'm High lyrics

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Chris Webby - I Think I'm High lyrics

[Hook: Emilio Rojas] Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down Another one lit, they 'bout to pa** it around Like, ah, yeah, I think that I'm high, yeah Another one lit, sitting in a cloud Eyes blood red, the room's spinning around Like, ah, yeah, I think that I'm high, yeah [Verse 1: Emilio Rojas] And I feel like my life is changing, and I don't get faded But all the homies gone, and all the homies wasted And they walk me down so they treating us like we famous Now, they bring in liquor and women and medications We sitting alone in a room, a towel the window, the door To keep in the smoke, she gonna blow, we don't be wandering in, and out of the hall Blowing a little bit in my face and it's be feeling like I'm in a call Like I'm hit with a shotgun, shotgun to the head like a firing squad And I'm not a smoker but, all my people rolling up When they hit that blunt and it get another open, and they open up I told her I think it's s**y when she lick the Kush You know these ladies nowadays they just get lit and f** What I live my life in, you ain't gotta like it Even p**y k** you like Isis Taylor was ISIS Everyone addicted to something, that's just how life is And I'll never be the one that'll judge you for vices That's why the homies... [Hook: Emilio Rojas] Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down Another one lit, they 'bout to pa** it around Like, ah, yeah, I think that I'm high, yeah Another one lit, sitting in a cloud Eyes blood red, the room's spinning around Like, ah, yeah, I think that I'm high, yeah [Verse 2: Emilio Rojas] I been having trouble sleeping I should smoke something I been having trouble eating, I should smoke something They told me I don't need a reason, I should smoke something I don't need a reason I should smoke something Yeah, and my people are telling me maybe that smoking a little will help with the pain And my people are telling me maybe that smoking a little will help me create So I sit back in the crowd, looking a little bit into the haze Sneaking aways, I'mma get it while I'm in the middle of getting a daze Yeah, when you the only sober one is when it takes the longest You just wanna leave and everybody wanna stay there talking It's when you babysit, everyone you came in with They wake up and you laughing at them, telling them the things they did But sh** I gotta have control, so I don't chase no high's homie I be getting low And I don't have no hopes of my [?] pa**es getting faded, reaching out to us My ex out the equation like I'm doing f**ing Algebra I tell a hater do the math, my people in the back getting stupid off of half A couple grams to the face, a couple dabs, while I'm sliding with two b**hes to the back [Hook: Emilio Rojas] Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down Another one lit, they 'bout to pa** it around Like, ah, yeah, I think that I'm high, yeah Another one lit, sitting in a cloud Eyes blood red, the room's spinning around Like, ah, yeah, I think that I'm high, yeah [Verse 3: Chris Webby] I don't think that I'm high homie, I know that sh** When your [?] breaking up and then she roll that sh** Pa**ed to my leftie, staring at me as I hold that sh** He like "I'm focused on this money, smoke that sh**" Oh yeah, if I wasn't the stoner life of the party I'd remember lots of sh**, but my memory's working hardly Leaving clues like the dude in my mental writing memos And stuff I need to do on the back of my hands in a purple sharpie What a bang, bang, boogie, Mary Jane strain cooked me And now I'm absent minded like my brain playing hookie But I keep myself composed, you know this kid ain't a rookie Backstage with Emilio like "yo, just hit it you p**y" Nah, nah, to each his own, it's whatever floats your boat Some people pop molly and some people sniff coke Some people drop acid and some people smoke weed But if you're sober you're going to catch a contact around me [Hook: Emilio Rojas] Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down Another one lit, they 'bout to pa** it around Like, ah, yeah, I think that I'm high, yeah Another one lit, sitting in a cloud Eyes blood red, the room spinning around Like, ah, yeah, I think that I'm high, yeah

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