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I can't stop (never) I can't stop (I've tried) I can't stop (I can't stop) I can't stop feeling high I'll never come down I can't stop feeling high (too high) I'll never come down (slobbering because of) Too much pot in the brownie pan Got me baked faster than the brownies, man Have you ever been high from the inside out? On the lawn in my boxers like the insides out Carjack a care bear and just ride out In one of them cloud whips with the OnStar chip I'm so high, I hope you understand this shit Jane was plain 'til I ate her then she came too quick Drink water while I'm rhyming but I still can't spit (no) My mouth is pure cotton like a t-shirt coughing (yep) If baked means potato then my brain is all grating Talking to myself with my neighbors all watching But going in the house proves way too hard When I fall in the front door and land in the backyard Physics don't apply (what?), midgets in the sky (where?) Skipping round my head saying, Negro you so high! Damn I can't stop feeling high I'll never come down I can't stop feeling high I'll never come down Said I'm eye to eye with sky gods beside Hodus Feeling like that white man singing in the chorus How'd I grow to be the tallest tree in the forest Without putting green in a shell like a tortoise, huh? Rigor mortised, higher than a lion's chin If this was symphonies I'm way up there with violins If it's a choir then, soprano octaves In an opera, where God lives Look, I know I'm sounding like a liar but These brownies was angel sex Got a nigga high as fuck I smoke trees in through all four seasons But I'm like gas prices, high for no reason Call a nurse your boy's higher than Google Earth And if I fell the impact would put me through the dirt (damn) So let me zoom in, and get my zoom on This weed is Neil Armstrong, I'm on the moon blown (moon blown) I can't stop feeling high I'll never come down I can't stop feeling high I'll never come down I just wanted me, some regular weed With regular stems and regular seeds 'Cause this shit here I just wanted me, some regular weed With regular stems and regular seeds 'Cause this shit here (here nigga) This shit here (here nigga) (La-la-la-la-la, la-la) hey, hey, hey (La-la-la-la-la, la-la) (hey) (Woo-wee)
Writer(s): Ryan Dean Wisler, Willis Garnett Polk, Garrett Bush Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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