Spose and Cam Groves - I Get Lifted lyrics

[Mike Be] P. Dank, motherf**ers [Spose] Mike Be! [Mike Be] P. Dank, motherf**er Uh, yeah, yo, yo [Verse 1: Mike Be] It's the mister lick a star pro Twisted at the bar, go split a cigar And get lifted like cargo Me and Spose, peers, smokin' for years If this is a sport, we both go pro for careers Now I keep a Q buried of green that's blueberry Kept quarters under pillows [it's used?] no tooth fairy Something to stash and gla** it be in Don't blow coke, but get lifted like cats that skiin' [Chorus: Spose + *Cam Groves*) (I get lifted) Mike Be, EA (I get lifted) P. Dank, Cam *They call him Cam and he's so low-key But he don't do d**, nah, he just smokes weed* (I get lifted) (I get lifted) Yo, they call him Spose and he's so low-key No, he don't do d**, he just smokes weed [Verse 2: Spose] You could tell by the crystallized crumbs on my garment Weed like an untended garden, bags like garbage Backwoods wrapped around trees, like garland Even when my funds were dwarven Picking nugs out of the carpet Misdemeanors a**orted, but still I'm Pete Sparkin' Yeah, come and take a gander and meander At the name of what my label is The alcohol and that are what enables him I, I, I, I take the cheeba out the satchel, roll the weed up And tobacco leaf, receive it, then I pa** it briskly If you're trying and you want to, but you're drier than a convent I'ma tell you, sire, promptly, "b**h please!" Shout out to anybody who has ever fronted me a bag Broke me off a nug or let me smoke a drug upon their tab Females or bros, you know Spose'll hit you back I sign my emails "to the top" so you know that I [Chorus: Spose + *Cam Groves*) (I get lifted) (I get lifted) They call me Spose and I'm so low-key 'Cause I don't do the d**, nah, I just smoke weed (I get lifted) (I get lifted) *They call him Cam and he's so low-key But he don't do d**, nah, he just smokes weed* [Verse 3: Cam Groves] I smoked weed at fifteen, been stuck the same Everyday I'm getting lifted like a truck in Maine Never descend or plummet, I just spend my budget A mile high, breaking up them Denver Nuggets Some people tell me that I need to leave the house more Find me chillin' inside, puffin' on that outdoor So f** your pot seeds, I just bought me This big-a** bag of the snot-green botany It's all chemistry, keep me steady remedy If I forget your name, blame my short-term memory I set flight when I hold the mic With more hits than dank weed rolled up tight, right? So put your flame to it, tired of the same music? We gon' show you how the f**in' people up in Maine do it We smoked it all once, then we went and bought more Ask me where I'm going and I'll tell you to the top floor [Chorus: Spose) (I get lifted) Yeah, Yeah (I get lifted) Yeah, Yeah EA, Spizzy Spose, Cam Groves, so low-key 'Cause we don't do the d**, nah, we just smoke weed, uh (I get lifted) P. Dank in it (I get lifted) Blazin' it My homie Jay Caron, yeah, he's so low-key 'Cause he don't do the d**, nah, he just smokes weed, check [Verse 4: Jay Caron] Hey, yo, I'm getting lifted off them dank herbals before I'm slangin' my verbals and I represent from Waterville, the horror show We puff the purple, sh**'ll hurt ya, sh**'ll put ya right in a coma Coughin' and chokin' while I'm jokin', soakin' up the aroma Laughin' and gigglin', still puffin' that potent Just for the smell of it, getting me open when it's important Practicing rhetoric, the cla**, I stay ahead of it Developing rhymes And I don't need it, but I love it when in this state of mind, lifted [Chorus: Spose) (I get lifted) Uh (I get lifted) Yeah, yeah It's P. Dank, and we're so low-key 'Cause we don't do d**, buddy, we just smoke weed, uh (I get lifted) (I get lifted) On and on and on and on [Outro: Spose] We just puff, puff, puff, puff, puff bud, uh On that Erykah Badu sh** Yeah, spark one up with us, Peter Sparker, Slim Pickins Don't even show up if you're not throwing down EA, Mark Ross, I mean, look at- look at what Look at what our record label's called We Smoked It All Volume 2