Wanna Get High (Remix)

[Hook x2: Joe Simpson]

I just wanna get high, high high

I just wanna get high

I just wanna stay high, high, high

I just wanna stay high

[Verse 1: Project Pat]

These niggas say I smoke out too much

These niggas say I pop pills too much

These niggas say I drank liquor too much

Ain't no such thing as too much

Blunt number 8 roll up again

Pass me the tab pass me the hen

When I get through I'ma do it all again

I'm on cloud 9 and I'm head at the 10

Is you mad or no

Cali Bud on dick had to blow

Smoke in my lungs blow half a bowl

I'm chiefing all day if you have to know

You get mad or you go

[?] make it burn slow

I'm mad as hell cuz my eyes real low

Looking just like Bruce Lee right now

You wanna be high as me right now

I got a bitch that don't smoke

She just rolling shit and light it up

I could give a damn what anybody says

I keep it on deck I ain't hiding

I don't wanna come down

I don't wanna come down

Its hard to explain this feeling I feel

But truth be told I don't even know what day it is

And I just wanna get high

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

6 deuce coupe

I don't ride in it unless I smoke in it first

Go to sleep early, wake up early

Just to get it

The grind all depends on how much time you spend perfecting it

But niggas always hate, come from nowhere with that extra shit

Let em lie, dig they own ditch

California king size

Harley lay in it

I'm proof that if you want it

You can get it

Champagne for breakfast, taste is expensive

Super paid, uber escalade

For my woman friends

Wanna be it, gotta see it

Extra lighter where my seat at

Pair of nines where my feet at

Brought the papers, where the weed at

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Project Pat]

This shit is potent

One hit of this strong I promise you will be choking

Gotta stay focused

I'm burning my fingers and even put out the roaches

I'm just floating

I'm in outer space I feel out of place when I'm high

And I'm gonna stay like this til I die

I'm gonna stay high, high, high, high, high

Blowing shotguns to a bad bitch

Throw good bucks cuz I'm mad rich

They zone out on the airway

They don't know shit about Babbage

You must have forgot I'm a savage

Marijuana my medicine

I got Christmas trees it ain't Christmas town

Each time I go to where I've never been

My doctor said it ain't good for your lungs but its good for my mind and it keeps me calm

Mary Jane she got me sprung

And she had my heart since a nigga was young

I don't wanna come down

Its hard to explain this feeling I feel

My nigga I'm throwed but truth be told

I don't even know what day it is I just wanna get high