I want to get so high

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

Well it's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it

The slamafied, Buddhafied funk on your discus

Oh, what you missed this, you got to bear witness

Catch a ho and another ho, Merry Christmas

Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip

I wrote shit for the blunted ones to approach it

Forward motion, make you sway like the ocean

The herb is more than just a powerful potion

What's the commotion, yo I'm not jokin' around

People learnin' 'bout, what they're smokin'

My oven's on high when I roast the quail

Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale

Exhale, now you felt the funk of the Thai

Wanna feel the effects.

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

Yo hits from the bong

Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong

Yo hits from the bong

Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong

Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get so high, so stoned to the point

Where I'm to the point of no return to the point

Where my eyes are redder then the devil's dick

To the point that my thoughts are sick, I ain't deranged

I'm just puffin on a violent strain puffin on that Trainwreck puffin on that strain wreck, I want to get

So high that I loose all my feelings inside I don't want

To hurt no more want all my pain to fade away while I

Get lost in the smokey haze.

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!

I want to get high, so high!