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