I Think I'm High - Emilio Rojas, Chris Webby

Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down

Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around

Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah

Another one lit, sitting in a cloud

Eyes blood red, the room’s spinning around

Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah

And I feel like my life is changing, and I don’t get faded

But all the homies gone, and all the homies wasted

And they walk me down so they treating us like we famous

Now, they bring in liquor and women and medications

We sitting alone in a room, a towel the window, the door

To keep in the smoke, she gonna blow, we don’t be wandering in, and out of the

hall

Blowing a little bit in my face and it’s be feeling like I’m in a call

Like I’m hit with a shotgun, shotgun to the head like a firing squad

And I’m not a smoker but, all my people rolling up

When they hit that blunt and it get another open, and they open up

I told her I think it’s sexy when she lick the Kush

You know these ladies nowadays they just get lit and fuck

What I live my life in, you ain’t gotta like it

Even pussy kill you like Isis Taylor was ISIS

Everyone addicted to something, that’s just how life is

And I’ll never be the one that’ll judge you for vices

That’s why the homies…

Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down

Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around

Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah

Another one lit, sitting in a cloud

Eyes blood red, the room’s spinning around

Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah

I been having trouble sleeping I should smoke something

I been having trouble eating, I should smoke something

They told me I don’t need a reason, I should smoke something

I don’t need a reason I should smoke something

Yeah, and my people are telling me maybe that smoking a little will help with

the pain

And my people are telling me maybe that smoking a little will help me create

So I sit back in the crowd, looking a little bit into the haze

Sneaking aways, I’mma get it while I’m in the middle of getting a daze

Yeah, when you the only sober one is when it takes the longest

You just wanna leave and everybody wanna stay there talking

It’s when you babysit, everyone you came in with

They wake up and you laughing at them, telling them the things they did

But shit I gotta have control, so I don’t chase no high’s homie I be getting low

And I don’t have no hopes of my passes getting faded, reaching out to us

My ex out the equation like I’m doing fucking Algebra

I tell a hater do the math, my people in the back getting stupid off of half

A couple grams to the face, a couple dabs, while I’m sliding with two bitches

to the back

Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down

Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around

Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah

Another one lit, sitting in a cloud

Eyes blood red, the room’s spinning around

Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah

I don’t think that I’m high homie, I know that shit

When your breaking up and then she roll that shit

Passed to my leftie, staring at me as I hold that shit

He like «I'm focused on this money, smoke that shit»

Oh yeah, if I wasn’t the stoner life of the party

I’d remember lots of shit, but my memory’s working hardly

Leaving clues like the dude in my mental writing memos

And stuff I need to do on the back of my hands in a purple sharpie

What a bang, bang, boogie, Mary Jane strain cooked me

And now I’m absent minded like my brain playing hookie

But I keep myself composed, you know this kid ain’t a rookie

Backstage with Emilio like «yo, just hit it you pussy»

Nah, nah, to each his own, it’s whatever floats your boat

Some people pop molly and some people sniff coke

Some people drop acid and some people smoke weed

But if you’re sober you’re going to catch a contact around me

Two blunts in, a fifth of Henny down

Another one lit, they 'bout to pass it around

Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah

Another one lit, sitting in a cloud

Eyes blood red, the room spinning around

Like, ah, yeah, I think that I’m high, yeah