SLAINE - Getting High lyrics

[Hook] Everybody's gettin' high Everybody's gettin' high Everybody's gettin' high (we gettin' high) x 6 Everybody's gettin' high (we gettin' high)(Don't forget the weed though) [Verse 1: Slaine] He's been sniffing since 15, smoking since 14 Never could piss clean, insisted on morphine Twisted endorphines, Sisters are all fiends Hung in the hallways, Weening them off things Freed from his offspring, Weezing and coughing From the weed that he's breathing and he's believing in nothing Cause everyone is gettin' high in this city, dope crushed down, folded up inside a crisp fifty Joey downtown boosted with his b**h Christie Need a fix, gotta hustle take the risk with me One cliff, smoke a spliff, take his miss piggie Getting high with a boombox, saying he missed biggie Kids that get sniffy, s*uts on ecstasy My ex Stacy texts me saying that she just missed me But she smoked a bag of dust before he snuff richie The whole block is f**ed up with a rough history [Hook] [Verse 2: Demrick] Yah, uh Yeah, in my uncles ash tray there was a J in a roach clip Fresh and nitty, he told me, boy, go ahead, take a hit I got a pound, take a sip, make a trip to the strip, it'll flip Bring the chips, you'll get some kicks That was it I was hooked I seen everybody smoking, I seen everybody buying b**h I f**in' wish she on that c**aine diet I ain't biased but I never tried it Far as weed goes, known to roll with the most highest Molly keeps the night rolling like four tires Mushrooms have my head in the sky with no pilot My homie dropped LSD in my 40, said don't fight it n***a have one hell of a night, that's no lying Grandma's medicine cabinet was on another planet Grab a couple reds, couple whites, couple blues It's the American way, how come I never knew Get them things off back at school for the revenue [Hook] [Verse 3: Slaine] This is the place I see my demons where they haunt me at I try to leave, and go away, they always want me back My neighborhood is where the real life zombies at Just seen Johnny noddin' off down at the Laundry Mat My uncle got sober, but my auntie's tats She's trying to pawn a mag she stole out of Johnny's backpack She's a thief, the pills effect her speech Clean inside the can, that's until she get's released [Verse 4: Demrick] We all got addictions so who are you to judge Acting like you never caught a buzz, sh** the whole world high Just make sure it ain't your own supply I seen too many get spun like some old 45s Two Advils, two shots of Jameson before a fly I swear I'm gonna f** a stuartist on a flight before I die If you lookin' for a n***a, it's hard to find me sober If you're looking some d**, go ahead and invite me over cause... [Hook]