Listen to I Must Be High by SPM

I Must Be High

SPM

Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
SPM
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy
Producer

Lyrics

I'm damned if I do & damned if I don't Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace Say Dope House Records, Screwston, Texas The diamonds in my emblems is cut like a princess You can keep the Lexus, cause I got 2 Benz's I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines Cause I bought her 2 dresses & some contact lenses Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro Click & clack my semi auto cause I'm tryin' to see tomorrow Bought a condo for my top hoe cause she workin' that taco It's the top sellin' vato, 23's on the Tahoe TV screens, margarita machines with street marines Got love for the Crips & Bloods & Latin Kings If it means anything this for all my G's I'm in jail cause I forgot my fuckin' ABC's Another DWI, drunk & fuckin' high I'll be out before the muthafuckin' sun can touch the sky They call me young Thurston Howell the 3rd & That's my word I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I'm a park & scrape the curve. Why when I'm not high does my life Feel like it's missin' somethin'? I know that I Must Be High So that I can function. Why when I'm not high does my life Feel like it's missin' somethin'? I know that I Must Be High So that I can function. I'm a use my 3 wishes, I'm very superstitious No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons Fuck 'em so good they wake up & wash dishes The food was delicious, bacon, eggs & biscuits No French kisses & no hippopotamuses I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me As I represent Houston like what? The damn Whitney I'm a get 'em when I get 'em I loved 'em & I fed 'em Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let 'em when I see 'em I'm gonna wet 'em Shut 'em down like D-Town & my homey Ackavelie Peace to Happareli & my nigga John Freddy My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit money 4 do's in this bitch & we gon' do them boys ugly Ready for the rumble, leave 'em lyin' in a puddle Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle. Why when I'm not high does my life Feel like it's missin' somethin'? I know that I Must Be High So that I can function. Why when I'm not high does my life Feel like it's missin' somethin'? I know that I Must Be High So that I can function. I walks in the club grabbin' on my dick As the police officers pattin' down my click They say my bandana breaks the dress code Every fine fuckin' bitch I see is my ex hoe I'm hoggin' & I'm doggin' creepin' & I'm crawlin' Believe me this my callin' it's time to do you all in Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum Slangin' slab motor rocks up in old man's land Burnin' off in my "Smokey & The Bandit" Trans Am The rope around my neck is just danglin' & janglin' Sometimes I smoke the rain & get wetter than a penguin Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper Peace to Big Dipper. What the deal much nigga? Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dope House livin' prosperous. I tip my waitress & she can't stop sayin' 'Gracias'. Why when I'm not high does my life Feel like it's missin' somethin'? I know that I Must Be High So that I can function. Why when I'm not high does my life Feel like it's missin' somethin'? I know that I Must Be High So that I can function.
Writer(s): Jeff Tweedy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out