paroles de chanson Good Times - Pitch Black

I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory
HIGH on your memory...

I get high - high - high - high (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get high - high - high - high (All the time)
High-ighhhhhhh... (*laughing*)

Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S.P.; the only flower that you know, with a bounce in a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I get, high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
It take a blunt, just to ease the pain that humbled me now (whew)
And I'd rather roll somethin up; cause if I'm sober dawg
I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up
I get high as a kite; I'm in the zone all alone
Motherfucker case I'm dyin tonight (it happen tonight)
So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could (uh-huh)
You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood

I get high - high - high - high (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time)
HIGH on your memory... (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get high - high - high - high (All the time)
I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*)
High-ighhhhhhh...

Aiyyo I smoke like a chim-in-ney {*inhaling*}
Matter fact I, smoke like a gun, when a killer see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did; add to that
That I smoke like the hippies did, back in the 70's
Spit with the finishin touch - get this, that
I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged
I get a rush, off the blood on the walls, you understand?
Like the, M-5 pedal, when it's touchin the floor
I get high cause fuck it, what's better to do?
And I'ma never give a fuck (that's right) cause I'm better than you

I get high - high - high - high (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time)
HIGH on your memory... (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get high - high - high - high (All the time)
I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*)
High-ighhhhhhh...

I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse; I'm from a era where
Niggaz cause terror over guns and crack
Where a doller bill is powerful; I smoke weed cause
Time seem precious, and I, know what a hour do (I know dat)
High for a livin, gots ta, ride for a livin
With my, real gangsta niggaz that'll die for a livin (die my niggaz)
Shit I get as high as I could; cause if you see things
Like I see things, that I'ma die in the hood (right there)
Motherfucker understand it's full service to you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't, purple or blue
And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die (anybody)
This is S.P., dump it in you bitch, I get high

I get high - high - high - high (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time)
HIGH on your memory... (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (I am the Ghost)
I get high - high - high - high (Float with me)
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory
I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like birds to planes)
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory"
I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like, smokin dubs to the head)
I get high - high - high - high
High-ighhhhhhh...