Lyrics

Ese Daz Come fly with me (Let's get high) Take a hit of mari (Let's get high) We smokin', smokin', smokin' (Let's get high) We tokin', tokin', tokin' (Let's get high) Come fly with me (Let's get high) Take a hit of mari (Let's get high) We smokin', smokin', smokin' (Let's get high) We tokin', tokin', tokin' Repeat Wouldn't you like to go with me on a peaceful journey? Stricken, just smokin' with ya family Get away from your 9-5 Stressed out, burned out, leave all your troubles behind Paying no mind Come roll With me Take a hit Indo, mary jane, get rid of the pain Life be real like Cheech & Chong, come on, just hit the bong So pass the douchie to the left hand side Inhale, exhale, make you feel alright I got ya feeling free and hairy, like Bob Marley Spanish groove, Latin yesca, that's who we be And after P3 We're at the Deuce Three E-Dubb, Khool-Aid, Knoc-turn'al and all the homies Motivated to get intoxicated, wasted, faded Inflated, so meditated, now my pain's all leviated So here's a toast, from me to you Smoke it up, drink it up, whatever you wanna do, oooh Repeat Sit back, relax and enjoy ya high We tell ya ways of a N-Y-D, from killa Cali, Spanish F.L.Y Got ya lifted Y-O-U up high, floatin' through the sky Don't trip It's a Friday high night With some Bomb, chron' in the G bong I don't smoke everyday, but every other day in song Forget about your troubles, ain't nobody burstin' bubbles Everybody forms a huddle when we smokin' on that trouble Come on, let's all, let's ride, get high To the limit Take a trip and step into my mind Picture this Then I pass it to the right of me Frisky, giving up the ass to get high with D Drastic If I ain't got none in my system I had a chance to get some pussy, but I had to viz For that grassy green, indo weed Put ya lips on mari and come fly with me Repeat Pardon me, excuse me, while I Kiss the sky Purple haze be the ticket to smoker's paradise Take a hit of the mari-j-uana, time to take flight Jump on the wings on the pilot, enjoy the ride Stop. Now feel the effects of the high Sittin' on top of the world Stomp on light Looking down from cloud nine, living life, watching time fly T-H-C helps to stimulate the mind 4/20 365, 24-7 I'm smoking a blunt As I'm walking up the stairway to heaven It's all Natural God's gift to man A sticky-icky that we smoke from L.A. to Amsterdam So let's Fire it up, take a hit, but don't choke Prepare ya, fill ya lungs of all that Harley smoke Relax your mind and let your soul be free Get up, stand up, come fly with me Repeat Let's get high Let's get high Let's get high Let's get high Let's get high Let's get high Let's get high
Writer(s): Ken Gold, Michael Denne, Jose Javier Lopez, David Arellano, Eduardo Arellano, John E. Ponce Ortiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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