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styles p – good times كلمات اغاني

[chorus (styles p)]
“i get high, i get high, i get high, i get high
i get high, i get high, i get high, i get high
i get high on your memory, high on your memory
high on your memory…”

“i get high – high – high – high” (every day)
“i get high – high – high – high” (every night)
“i get high – high – high – high” (all the time)
“high-ighhhhhhh…”

[verse 1]
everyday i need an ounce and a half, s.p
the only flower that you know, with a bounce and a half
listen kid, i need a mountain of cash so i could roll up
hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
i get high cause i’m in the hood, the guns is around
it take a blunt, just to ease the pain that humbled me now (whew)
and i’d rather roll somethin’ up; cause if i’m sober dog
i just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin’ up
i get high as a kite; i’m in the zone all alone
motherf-cker case i’m dyin’ tonight (it happen tonight)
so i roll ’em up, back to back, fat as i could (uh-huh)
you got beef with styles p, i come to splatter the hood

[chorus]
“i get high – high – high – high” (every day)
“i get high – high – high – high” (every night)
“i get high on your memory, high on your memory” (all the time)
“high on your memory…” (every day)
“i get high – high – high – high” (every day)
“i get high – high – high – high” (every night)
“i get high – high – high – high” (all the time)
“high-ighhhhhhh…”

[verse 2]
aiyyo i
smoke like a chim-in-ney {-inhaling-}, matter fact i
smoke like a gun, when a k!ller see his enemy
i smoke like bob marley did; add to that
that i smoke like the hippies did, back in the 70’s
spit with the finishin’ touch – get this, that
i’ma finish you before i finish the dutch
i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when
bullets hit faces after words exchanged
i get a rush, off the blood on the walls, you understand?
like the m-5 pedal when it’s touchin’ the floor
i get high cause f-ck it, what’s better to do?
and i’mma never give a f-ck (that’s right) cause i’m better than you

[verse 3]
i’mma smoke till my lungs collapse; i’m from a era where
n-ggas cause terror over guns and crack
where a dollar bill is powerful; i smoke weed cause
time seem precious and i know what a hour do (i know dat)
high for a livin’, gots ta ride for a livin’
with my real gangsta n-ggas that’ll die for a livin’ (die my n-ggas)
sh-t i get as high as i could; cause if you see things
like i see things, that i’mma die in the hood (right here)
motherf-cker understand it’s full service to you
i don’t smoke the weed if it ain’t purple or blue
and you could name any rapper, if you want he could die (anybody)
this is s.p., dump it in you b-tch, i get high

[outro]
“i get high – high – high – high” (every day)
“i get high – high – high – high” (every night)
“i get high on your memory, high on your memory” (all the time)
“high on your memory…” (every day)
“i get high – high – high – high” (i am the ghost)
“i get high – high – high – high” (float with me)
“i get high on your memory, high on your memory
i get high on your memory” (i get high like birds to planes)
“i get high on your memory, high on your memory”
i get high on your memory” (i get high like, smokin’ dubs to the head)
“i get high – high – high – high”
“high-ighhhhhhh…”

- styles p

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