| Lyrics: | Baby you make my high
(repeat)
Verse 1
Each day I come in,it's always
somethin
don't stress me I'm pain like Bill drumins'
I pop like 10 crises a day,in the
spot light
I'm way pass tipsay,B R A T hard and sexy and
you can't get next to me baby,wit
a blunt in my
hand shit is obstalic,I don't want to be fucked
wit when I cheif,it's my
smoke and that's how it's
sposed to be,you bitch's could never get close to
me,hopefully
you know not to blow my high pose in my
song exithingush my fire it's my desire to blaze it
up
mad cause I fuck,I don't give a fuck,
don't come around me with no chours
I don't
like to be fucked wit when I'm high
to the sky first thing you can
do is make my high come
down down down
ohh when you make my high come
down I don't wanna be around you no
more
Verse 2
Let's take it out my faith is out when I get
frustrated I
take it out on the obstmoso brake
it out,leave my guns to I carry it out,make no
mistake
about miscarriage lay it out good cabbage
brake it out prayin for glycomma how to
survive
and get the money,so unless you want so company
I might pass the blunt but this
bud for me I take my
problems lay them on the self block all the call
and shut off the
cell one,
not consered wit bull shit to much for this
bitch me and split don't want to
fucked wit cause
chours
Boy
ohh when I put my lovin down the middle,got
good weed so strong it
takes just a little for me to get up to that place we love to go made
this
shit so you would know
Brat
when the ashes fall off I get flashes on how you
were
annyoned in a big distation don't nobody wanna
be aggatited upset,annyoned
or
agravited,masterbation anit stimluating tempting and don't forget to
puff puff and pass
my blunt aint nothing you can have cause
chours |
