So High

Lyrics

[Intro: Proof] Pills I pop 'em, pills I count 'em, pills I pop 'em Pills I count 'em, pills I pop 'em Pills! (High! We get high!) Pills! (Promatic nigga!) [Verse 1: Dogmatic] I stepped in the place with a blunt in my face And I ain't trying to catch case but I think this shit laced (Damn) Maybe I should do like Ma$e and stop rapping Stop smoking, stop drinking, start laughing It ain't nothing else to do on the earth To get high enough to flirt and count these smurfs Little blue motherfuckers running all in your purse Am I tweaking? Man I must don't know what I'm worth That's what they tell me, it feels like I'm under a curse I am so high, Sicknotes making me burp *Burp* Yo pass the Hpnotiq and give me a slurp Shit got mе doing karate, protecting my turf Shit got me holding my body and stomach to hurt (Roll anothеr!) In the party store making outbursts I'm sick, I told yall that last record Ain't that a bitch? I just can't seem to remembering (Remembering) [Chorus: Ian Anderson] Flying so high Trying to remember How many cigarettes Did I bring along? [Verse 2: Proof] My plan is wildin' from Xanax poppin' Fantasing of sodomising Janis Joplin (You hear that?) This OxyContin has got my mouth rotten Watching the teethless sharks in the dark plot This bar is packed, Bizarre's in back With 'Matic and Hendrix smoking cigars with crack Cartiac arrest, I'm pressed to get to River Phoenix wanna sniff and press the issue But Jimmy Morris will give me more to sing Open the doors with one E-tabs broken in fours 'Pac passed again, so patient Biggie slapped my hand and said "You're fucking up the rotation!" Phyllis Hyman said "Pun is over there" Miles Davis tapped me and said "You ain't done with them squares!" My eyes look black after I swallow three Pills, in the light Aaliyah said "Follow Me" [Chorus: Ian Anderson & Guilty Simpson] Flying so high (Dogmatic whaddup doe) Trying to remember (Big Proof whaddup doe, Guilty Simpson, uh uh) How many cigarettes Did I bring along? (Let's go) [Verse 3: Guilty Simpson] I got an airhead bitch trying Pablos though Now she letting niggas ride like the Boblo Boat I'm running hoes with a runny nose I don't toot but the marijuana manages to get my loot Easy, get So High you might see me Laugh at something I see on the turned off TV I sprinkle keef into fronto leaf When I wake I chief before I brush my teeth, for real I'ma keep it blazing Black male with White Widow, you can say I'm interracial dating I'm hear to get lifted in the truck, I don't give a fuck People telling me that I smoke too much I'ma die high, fly guy, hoes logging on like I'm Wi-Fi Pulling [take home?] out of my ties 'Cause ain't nobody dope as us I'll go up rawest blunt and let him smoke me up, for real [Chorus: Ian Anderson & Guilty Simpson] Flying so high (Open your mouth and see) Trying to remember (Yeah) How many cigarettes (Detroit City, Detroit, with who?) Did I bring along? (Mister boy) Flying so high Trying to remember How many cigarettes Did I bring along?