That Time I Got High

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[Intro] Yo, I haven't told y'all niggas 'bout that time I got high, son? Sonnn [Verse:] Yo, this happened back in Atlanta I had my own apartment only paying like a grand a Month Moms and step-pops got they own spot They downstairs and my crib got a tv and two chairs I'm bored as shit, so here and there I take a walk Lotta shorties scared to talk, got me missin' New York I'm Instagram lurkin', got some down time, usually workin' The party scene slow right now, this shit is irkin' Reading books by Deepak Chopra, my favorite author Got a call from Marlon, my A-town partner He was born in Brooklyn, his family from the Islands But he live in Atlanta, he's an interesting guy, man Fuck it, he found a function tho, at this hotel Got some shorties that might be freakin', his birthday on the weekend It's a pre turn-up, awww bet, we comin' through Little money for the Uber but it's somethin' to do I shows up, this shit is lit. Couple girls, couple homies I'm on the humble, but they watch tv, so they know me See my nigga Alex, mackin' with shorty by the bar Yo this nigga look exactly like Bruno Mars I play the corner, with this girl I seen at other parties Yo I want her, beautiful sista with a body on her But she serious, I'm goofin' off, gamin' and shit She had a Android phone, so I'm flamin' her shit Her sense of humor, eh We start talkin' 'bout school, what college she goin' to But I'm in need of some food, yo I'm hungry But I don't wanna leave where the fun be Fuck it, I wait it out, then I heard somebody shout "Yo we 'bout to get some weed from a home that's sellin'" I'on smoke, so I turn around, they still yellin' He on the way, they open the door, I fell down Laughin', this weed dealer look like Chris Brown I swear to God, shorties was on the couch huddled up Like "Yo, that ain't Chris, but shiddd, close enough" I'm weak. He at the table with some brownies in a zip-lock bag that's closed tight I know what it is, but I'm starvin'. I took a bite Got back to my conversation with this Android user tryna tell me she taken Five minutes go by, feelin' like I'm about to die from my laughter My homie Andrew in the back of The hotel room, the blackest white boy you'll ever meet Cool weirdo, but drop knowledge when you let him speak Plus he rich as shit, income game mysterious This muhfucka work a nine to five for experience, but yo For the first time ever, I'm really high son I run around the room crackin' up, startin' problems I see Marlon talkin' now, I interrupt "Yo, nigga said you got a face only a mother could love" He like, "Word? Who said it? Tell him I'm right here" I'm like, "I'on know son, just heard it in the ear" So we turn around, scannin' the room, feelin' ridiculous Lookin' for who flaked him for like thirty minutes Tears fallin' out my eyes, he don't know it was me I'm laughing uncontrollably son, I gotta pee I hit the bathroom. My pupils, red Mindblown Yo, I'm really high, son. I gotta go home I call a Uber, go downstairs. It's a young driver playin' Future and mad trap I hop in the back He start driving, I'm smilin' I could feel my head spin, yo I noticed he ain't have a Uber sticker in the window Smellin' like Indo, thinkin' "damn, this nigga got me" I'm thinkin' he a goon that's go pull over and rob me I reach my destination. Sheesh, what a drive Long night. God is good though, I'm still alive Outside of my apartment door, mad shit in my hands I'm turnin' the knob, I just wanna lay down man This shit is locked. I'm panickin', lookin' for my keys Buggin' out, I keep searchin' the pockets of my jeans Aw, I must've left it at the party Damn, one of these high niggas got my only key in they hand I laid down in the hallway I gotta tell my mama I'm locked out. And I'm high This 'bout to be some drama "I'm high and locked out ma, I need to sleep bad" Rehearsin' my explanation for a hour and a half Like that ain't gon' work. Dear God, please get me inside I definitely left and took my keys with me, where they at tho? This is bad, yo Call another Uber, I gotta go back yo, hopin' I find Then I stand, had my keys in my right hand (All this time) [Outro] Deadass son? (Right in front of me) Wow (Right before my eyes) The shit's in my hand the whole time. Wow, crazy (All this time, right in front of me) (Right before my eyes, hey. Yeah) You gotta be kiddin' me, son (All this time) Ha, this is why I don't smoke. Don't smoke No reefer for me