High on the Hilltop

Hook – 0:00–0:20]

Cruisin’ through the night, got the cash in the breeze,

Smoke drift slow while I’m glidin’ with ease.

Pocket lookin’ heavy but my mind stay free,

Two wheels, good deals — that’s the life for me.

Roll another cone, let the moonlight hit,

Money on my mind but I burn real rich.

Highway hummin’ like a laid-back switch,

Every mile that I ride make my whole life lit.

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I be ridin’ with the trees like the forest my crew,

Gas tank full, but the gas bag too.

Joint hit strong like a big-block do,

Clouds so thick you could swim right through.

Money stack crispy like I fresh-pressed greens,

And the smoke pack loud like a V-Twin scream.

Feelin’ so lifted when I slide on the scene,

Lookin’ down on problems from a lil’ jet stream.

Call the blunt GPS — always point me to peace,

Call the bag TSA — got the check, no fees.

Roll it up, spark it up, let the bullshit cease,

Hit the throttle one time, watch my worries decrease.

I’m a chill boy, but the profit ain’t lazy,

Keep the mind hazy, but the grind go crazy.

Ride so smooth but the hustle so brazy,

A little more smoke and the world go wavy.

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Cruisin’ through the night, got the cash in the breeze,

Smoke drift slow while I’m glidin’ with ease.

Pocket lookin’ heavy but my mind stay free,

Two wheels, good deals — that’s the life for me.

Roll another cone, let the moonlight hit,

Money on my mind but I burn real rich.

Highway hummin’ like a laid-back switch,

Every mile that I ride make my whole life lit.

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[Verse 2 – 1:25–2:10] | Harder Bars + Stoner Wordplay

Yeah, I’m coastin’, toasted, floatin’ like a ghost,

Budget lookin’ fed but the vibe need toast.

I’m a pothead poet with the THC quotes,

Got strains on deck like I’m buildin’ new boats.

Ashtray heavy like a bag full of quarters,

Money come clean but I blow like it’s water.

Weed so bright lookin’ like a green aura,

Hit so smooth like it trained with a aura.

If smoke was a stock then my stash go platinum,

If cash was a seed then my garden would trap ‘em.

If vibes had a race then I already lapped ‘em,

Ridin’ with the loud like the pipes just clapped ‘em.

Blunt like a mentor — teach me to relax,

Bike like a lawyer — keep me on track.

Money like a magnet — stickin’ to the pack,

And the weed so strong make the world lean back.

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[Bridge – 2:10–2:35] – Smooth, melodic vibe

Slow roll, deep breath, let the night unfold,

Chrome shine bright like it dipped in gold.

Wind kiss the skin, let the stress turn cold,

Ridin’ through life with a heart