Overhigh

[Verse 1: Smoke dza] When the dour's in the system You know how we do it keep puffin and twistin Thats how we be feelin I'mma chief my bud Papers no blunts Dip in the zip and then dump You only live life once, Rright Head to Long Beach with my nigga I dont do the pills Hit my brodie raulphie know he got the kill No he keep that potent, shit you wanna keep tokin Type of shit; you take one hit, and your sweat glance opens Pupils tear up, mouth get caked up And you dyin for a drink of water Paranoia have shorty trippin Askin questions, like we gave her somethin different, this just bud ma Get that ho some visine, she used to puffin mal green Now we on that Irene I smoke big thats my preferance Lil nigga hang tight follow directions, DZA [Chorus: Smoke DZA] It's mister chief highly, no seeds in my chronic So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh No seeds in my chronic So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver You wanna roll up a leaf love? Weell do your thing ma In the stash I got some hash and some kief as well She said she dont usually smoke on the first date But since its her birthday its okay, sweet So I commence to rollin up Only papers when im scrollin up Mama, put away the swisher sweets Its certain rules you gotta follow when you smoke with me Especially if I invite you over to smoke for free Number 1 potency is key Before we get to 3 here is number 2 this is what we do That one there for me, this one here for you I know the tree sticky like superglue A few hits and youll be floatin right up out your shoes Mama take a breather I know youre used to the mids, this that great sativa We gettin high passin time of at sandy beaches So high they cannot reach us oh [Chorus: Smoke DZA] Rrriight, its mister chief highly, no seeds in my chronic So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Fresh off my meditation Philly its full of sticky Gangsta and former hippy But first to be alone And while with Shipes, homie break down a dutchie Mickey lets twist a Ziggy Call that bitch Biggie biggie Marijuana clouds, we sittin on With too much weed to hide Smellin in my neighbours home Marijuana clouds, we sittin on Me and my lungs Cheech and Chongin' All in the morning before breakfast In bed and maybe some head, just a little tweak of that tweak Got me feelin I'm at my peak but i'm Smoke an eighth, and save some, early mornin' Wake n' bake 'em, peace, As-salamu alaykum This feelin right heres amazin So, we gettin blow, legalize dro and uhh slangin' hoes You know I'm P.I.M.P.-ology, reality You niggas not fly nor high as me [Chorus: Smoke DZA] Rrriight, it's mister chief highly, no seeds in my chronic So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh No seeds in my chronic So breathe mami, this is good weed mami ooh