Say I

[Chorus: Stressmatic]

All in favour of getting ripped and gone

And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home

Say I-I-I-I-I-I-I

All in favour of getting super high

And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I-I-I-I-I-I-I

[Verse 1: E-40]

Plug me in and watch me go, bad on a ho ass nigga

Don't give me no more, I'm on my second fifth of liquor

Once I'm powered up it's hard for me to power down

I fuck a nigga up, and put tears on 'em like a clown

I went from rags to riches, riches to rags

Top convertibles, Benzs and Jags

Smoking me herbal, sipping me wine

Or should I say turf 'cause it's green and it's lime

Ever since he was an infant he was raised around pimpin'

When he took his first step, he walked with a limp and

Manish nigga, hardheaded, damn fool

His teacher sucked his dick in high school

Supercalifragilisticexpialihooligan

Breaking down the diesel, mixing cookies with the headband

Went to jail on a Friday, didn't get out until Tuesday

Got a DUI for drinking too much Louis, biatch!

[Chorus: Stressmatic]

All in favour of getting ripped and gone

And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home

Say I-I-I-I-I-I-I

All in favour of getting super high

And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I-I-I-I-I-I-I

[Verse 2: Too $hort]

I got a DUI, why? I didn't even have to drive

Now, I'm in jail for a crime, made bail and I paid the fine

My lawyer charged me high ass prices

DMV 'bout to take my license

Insurance is going up

And when I go to court I know I'm fucked

All this shit just for drinking

Need a designated driver, I'm too drunk for thinking

Two hands on the steering wheel

Don't let a friend drink and drive if you're being real

Might crash the whip, might lose your life

If I get too high tonight

Just make sure I make it home safe and you do the same

Now let's get fucked up and lose it, mayne (Biatch!)

[Chorus: Stressmatic]

All in favour of getting ripped and gone

And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home

Say I-I-I-I-I-I-I

All in favour of getting super high

And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I-I-I-I-I-I-I

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]

Roll the paper so loud I wake up the neighbours, the boss, I don't need no favours, you pussy, so fuck a hater, bitch

Now that my cake up, my crib got an elevatours, my new shoes is alligator and every meal got a waiter with it

I'm all about pouring drank up while I'm rolling the stank up, sweat my wife out her make up

Blow a pound when I wake up, see the cars, they don't wanna race us, I do it big, niggas do it A-cup

Walk up in the club they gon' bring some champagne, I'ma blow a lot of drugs, I put money on it

Spending all this bank, let a fuck nigga hate, real niggas show love, sound funny, don't it?

All this money, think I lucked up, all this gin got me fucked up, man, I live life the Taylor way

Drinking Bombay and lemonade, rolling up some paper planes

[Chorus: Stressmatic]

All in favour of getting ripped and gone

And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home

Say I-I-I-I-I-I-I

All in favour of getting super high

And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I-I-I-I-I-I-I