Lyrics

We'll be burning bushes Hi high high grades Yoooo lord High grade is going thru my head And that is the reason why my eyes are turning red Its going thru my head am feeling red Everytime I get a spliff or if I got to have it I need high grade Its going tru my head, Head head, rizzlelah Dont bring me no bush i need the best So if you cannot find me i will be heading down the west Lay back relieve the stress, oh yes They will not legalize it Cause they know we'll reap the profit I need high grade It is going thru my head, head, head High grade is going thru my head And that is the reason why my eyes are turning red Ohh its in my head am feeling red Pass me a rizzlelah get a quarter pound from Sizzla I need high grade In the morining breeze Blowing thru the trees And i just pick leaf From the high grade tree Put into my chalice Let it burn High grade is going thru my head And that is the reason why my eyes are turning red Its going thru my head am feeling red Everytime I get a spliff or if I got to have it I need high grade Its going tru my head One more time, high grade High grade is going thru my head And that is the reason why my eyes are turning red Ohh its in my head am feeling red Pass me a rizzlelah get a quarter pound from Sizzla I need high grade Burn it in the morning Or even night or noon Blaze it in the evening
Writer(s): Orville Aloysious Thomas, Christopher Birch, Katrina Irons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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