Lyrics High (feat. Donny G) - JEM

I get high I be runnin from the lows
Hit the ganja then I choke
My lungs tired of the smoke
I been gone too long
Writin while I hit the bong
Show my feelings on a song
Fuck whoever do me wrong
Uh
Get high I be runnin from the lows
Hit the ganja then I choke
My lungs tired of the smoke
I been gone too long
Writin while I hit the bong
Show my feelings on a song
Fuck whoever do me wrong

Hop out the coupe and cop a couple dutches
I break a leg on stage I got the crutches
This ain′t a boxin match ain't pullin punches
They all my sons I′m packin lunches
I sit on heat bitch I'm where the sun is
The higher the pussy the more it gushes
We on that loud sex I'm known to crush it
10 pull challenge killa sparked an L and won it
Judgin how I′m spendin money cause they never done it
I sit back and I count these hunnits

To be honest I can′t feel my face I'm high
If I ever said I loved these hoes I lied
Roll me up a couple blunts and smoke inside
Haters thought that they could take my sense of pride
Smokin heavy on that ganja Chinese eyes
To be honest I can′t feel my face I'm high
If I ever said I loved these hoes I lied
Roll me up a couple blunts and smoke inside
Haters thought that they could take my sense of pride

I get high I be runnin from the lows
Hit the ganja then I choke
My lungs tired of the smoke
I been gone too long
Writin while I hit the bong
Show my feelings on a song
Fuck whoever do me wrong
Uh
Get high I be runnin from the lows
Hit the ganja then I choke
My lungs tired of the smoke
I been gone too long
Writin while I hit the bong
Show my feelings on a song
Fuck whoever do me wrong

Red eyes black lips
36 inch the tires windows tint
Time to get high my fix light the spiff
It′s on standby pills pop til' I′m in Shanghai
Hot boxing in a foreign Engine V8
Copped the whole 8th Caps lock on the THC these niggas pussy with a thrown off PH
Balance in they bank accounts low I can not relate
To be honest I can't feel these niggas I'm numb
Not too many make it out of where I′m from
I cooked in crack houses bitch I′m really from the slums
Where a nigga talking out his neck gets slumped
I choke each time I inhale
Look around and all I see is misery I'm in hell
Trapped in mind it′s a cell
I don't take L′s I gives L's and light L′s and what else
My neck and my wrist frozen too I feel like Elsa bitch

I get high I be runnin from the lows
Hit the ganja then I choke
My lungs tired of the smoke
I been gone too long
Writin while I hit the bong
Show my feelings on a song
Fuck whoever do me wrong
Uh
Get high I be runnin from the lows
Hit the ganja then I choke
My lungs tired of the smoke
I been gone too long
Writin while I hit the bong
Show my feelings on a song
Whoever do me wrong fuck them