Paroles: Trick Daddy. Back By Thug Demand. So High.

Trick Daddy Dollars
8 Ball
Trey Songz
We High
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
This is your captain speaking to ya
I would like to welcome ya?ll aboard my flight
A flight that is promised to take you high
Way high up in the sky
So get out your blunts
Your dutchmasters
And your backwoods
And I?ll turn your seatbelt signs off

(Verse 1)
I only smoke the best bud
Jamaica and Bahamas got the best serve
yes sir
I can smoke
toke after toke
won?t give the triple choke
And it won?t hurt my throat
Nope
C****y eyed
just riding and vibing
On that real fire
Be high for two or three hours
And I?m cool wit A.I.
But hey
I ain?t too much into phillies
But split a dutch and I?ll refill it
And ain?t friendly so nope you can?t hit it
Good trees
your collard greens full of r****r seeds
You use too many chemicals
To much added stuff fool
That ain?t real kush
One joint of that G-14
Will have you higher than your highest dreams
Just float-ing
Not knowing if your coming or going
But when its partly cloudy
Get prepared for the storm and get high

(Chorus)
Roll up and feel the vibe
Lay back
enjoy the ride (enjoy the ride)
Inhale (inhale) deep inside
Exhale (exhale) we so high
X2

(Bridge)
In a short while
We?ll get our lovely lovely lovely stewardess comin through
With snacks and drinks
If anybody got cotton mouth or the munchies
(so high) (deep inside)
(we so high)
So ya?ll keep smoking that good good(deep inside)
Have you flyin home
(we so high)
high in the sky
(lay back enjoy the ride)

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Roll up a cigarillo
Fire it up and hit it
It feels so good man
It?s hard for me to quit it
MIA land of the palm trees
T double D came through with the bomb trees
And when a n***a inhale this
Gotta put my shades on
Get behind tint
In the clouds
Lookin down on the ground
8 ball
big, black, player from the mound
remember when I used to have them dime sacs
little circle by my house was the w**d trap
now my ziplock be full of bubble kush
funky like a broad b**hwhen she on d****e
fruit cocktail
you could tell by the smell
burn one let the whole club know I?m here
(Hey) lets fly tonight
come with your boy and get high tonight

(Bridge)
Feel the vibe
Ain?t nothing like being able to smoke some ol? good good
(Deep inside)
and be way up here in the air
(we so high)
away from all the troubles
(feel the vibe)
problems that?s going on down there
(Deep inside)
in the real worldoh it feels good don?t it
(We so high)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
the only people I know who don?t smoke is
Jesus
CO
and my last P.O.
Yo but I ain?t on no papers no more
I ain?t gotta creep and sneak
at least not to blow
I spent my first two years getting high
Smoking dollar joints
rolled outta 1.5
That was round ?84 ?85
Smoke all week for the dime
A n***a that live
Visine ain?t help clear up my eyes
Spray cologne on when it was time for me to go home
I been doin this for 20 years
I ain?t never seen or heard one man that weed done killed
So just chill
Take a puff here or there
To bring you a little down off your heels
After that go and eat you a meal
But you gon have to bathe you?re a** to get that smell out your hair

(Chorus)

(Outro)
Signing off yours truly
It?s the booger man himself
Well I can take you all across the world
Everywhere but the electric chair
Finna let you see everything
But the wind
But then again
You?ll never get high like this again

(Thanks to Hagenx for these lyrics)