Текст песни Too High (feat. Buddy & Na’kel Smith) - Leven Kali feat. Buddy & Na'kel Smith

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Said "there's only one thing to do"
When you think you've got, too high
Smoke again, smoke again

No there ain't no feelin'
No feelin' like havin' one all to yourself
To call your own
To call your own, call your own, call your own
And there ain't no feelin', mmm
When everybody else is hangin' 'round
Tryna get a piece of your thing (To get a piece of your thing)
Ay, ay, ay

I got your message, I know you bottled it up
That's old school
I'm textin' to let you follow and stuff
Once you let me inside I'ma hide the key
Baby I never leave, baby I never leave, ay
So lately I've been gettin' into Buddha and shit
You start laughin' and say that's typical of one from my land
Let me find my third eye
Get some typical head
While I freestyle high, that's a typical day

Said "there's only one thing to do"
When you think you've got, too high
Smoke again, smoke again

Yo, I just bought a dab rig (I just bought a dab rig)
I'm 'bout to load it up wit' wax and get higher than my dad did
Way before he had kids (Me baby)
Somebody pass me the aux, we 'bout to listen to some Madlib
It's America's most blunted
I'm 'bout to roll another blunt, I need to smoke somethin'
I'm sick of hoes callin' when they don't want nothin' (Ring)
Somebody roll a couple more and keep those comin'
Please, ring around a rosie
Smokin' on weed like a stogie
Nigga I'm livin' my life likes it golden
Everyone coughin' and chokin'
Nigga I'm blowin' it out in the open (Bitch)
Out on the ocean, we on a boat
And she got her titties exposed (Tits)
Nigga you know me, smokin' on OG
And this shit already blow
Hittin' the road, I'm ready to go
When she say her friends wanna roll
Smokin' back to back to back
We smokin' like ten in a row (Huh)
Couple to go, I'm looking up like "damn it, how many to go"?
You don't even know

I said "there's only one thing to do"
When you think you've got, too high
Smoke again, smoke again (Yeah, roll another blunt)

They don't take flights like this, high as a kite I'm is
And what I'm doin's not to influence, don't watch this kid
But with the spot I'm in, I need to calm my nerves
So get your eyes off mine and worry more 'bout yours
I'm crusin', for a bruisin'
This loud I chief the reason I can tune out all the bullshit
So let me roll one
Cheers to cash and abundance
And dance in the sand while the mountain range jam
To the sound, how that sound?