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letra de so high - promatic

[intro: proof]
pills are popping, pills i count ’em
pills are popping, pills i count ’em
pills are popping
pills! (high! we get high!)
pills! (promatic n-gga!)

[verse 1: dogmatic]
i stepped in the place with a blunt in my mouth
and i ain’t trying to catch case but i think this sh-t laced (d-mn)
maybe i should do like ma$e and stop rapping
stop smoking, stop drinking, laughing
it ain’t nothing else to do on the earth
to get high enough to flirt and count these smurfs
little blue motherf-ckers running all in your purse
am i tweaking? man i must not know what i’m worth
that’s what they tell me, it feels like i’m under a curse
i am so high, sicknotes making me burp (-burp-)
yo pass the hypnotic and give me a slurp
sh-t got me doing karate, protecting my turf
sh-t got mе holding my stomach and body to hurt
([?]) in the party store making outbursts
i’m sick, i told yall that last record
ain’t that a b-tch? i just can’t seem to rеmembering (remembering)

[chorus: ian anderson]
flying so high
trying to remember
how many cigarettes
did i bring along?
[verse 2: proof]
my plan is wildin’ from xanax poppin’
fantasing of sodomising janis joplin (you hear that?)
this oxycontin got my mouth rotten
watching the t–thless sharks in the dark plot
this bar is packed, bizarre’s in back
with ‘matic and hendrix smoking cigars with crack
cartiac arrest, i’m pressed to get to
river phoenix wanna sniff andpress the issue
but jimmy morris will give me more to sing
open the doors with one e-tabs broken in fours
‘pac passed again, so patient
biggie slapped my hand and said “you’re f-cking up the rotation”
phil and simon said “pun is over there”
miles davis tapped me and said “you ain’t done with them squares”
my eyes look black after i swallow three
pills, in the light aaliyah said “follow me”

[chorus: ian anderson & guilty simpson]
flying so high (dogmatic whatupdoe)
trying to remember (big proof whatupdoe, guilty simpson, uh uh)
how many cigarettes
did i bring along? (let’s go)

[verse 3: guilty simpson]
i got an airhead b-tch trying pablos though
now she letting n-ggas ride like the [?]
i’m running hoes with a runny nose
i don’t toot but the marijuna manages to get my loot
easy, get so high you might see me
laugh at something on the [turn dog?] tv
i sprinkle [?] leaf
when i wake i chief before i brush my t–th, for real
i keep it blazing
black male with white widow, you can say i’m interracial dating
i’m hear to get lifted in the truck, i don’t give a f-ck
people telling me that i smoke too much
i’ma die high, fly guy, hoes logging on like i’m wi-fi
pulling [take home?] out of my ties
’cause ain’t n0body dope as us
i’ma go [?] blunt and let him let him smoke up, for real
[chorus: ian anderson & guilty simpson]
flying so high (open your mouth and see)
trying to remember (yeah)
how many cigarettes (detroit city, with who?)
did i bring along? (mister boy)
flying so high
trying to remember
how many cigarettes
did i bring along?

- promatic

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