now Pre-Chorus: This is holy ground x4 Chorus: Get higher and higher and higher when my back?s against the wall your that hand that breaks my fall Climb higher and higher and higher
they money go, quicker than a crack high My money stack high, how high? Shaq high Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high You lookin at your new hustle
it twice 'cause history repeats itself 'peats itself Man I can't even lie, I be high I be high Mother fuck drinkin' and drivin', I'd rather get high
's some room still in the middle. But when I lift my voice up now to reach them, the range is too high, way up in heaven so I hold my tongue, forget the
So I harness life essence and kept my blessings as lessons My tolerance overloads, MC's are over-exposed Can't get over themselves like females can't get
this motherfucker When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols in B.K. [Jay-Z] WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Turn my music high, high, high, high
all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin back they get
is forsaken I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get
all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get
it lingers in my lungs I'm a ganja man, I like a J in my hand At all times burning so my high never lands I'ma get you soooo high, that's what 'I'm sayin
what them n*ggas left me When it get cold I turns into Wayne Gretzky I do's it like it never been done So you can suck my dick with an elephants tongue
To The Board, An Extravagant Crib, I'm On The Toilet Watchin Martin Just Laughin & shyt Don't Know Why I Get High, But I Get High, I Get High Like Every
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME! A millionaire with extra paper If you haven
iron I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as Hell and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist They get sent to ya hotel or made in this
dome Or with the paper and a pen so sick That u will think I'm half-human half jinn Toxicating the air more dangerous then plutonium Getting high of
t fuck with I got my dollars, you got your dollars we can ride And it ain't about money, we can all get high Shut 'em down, make em feel it come around
crazy ladies, babies created Men are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get swavy I think, maybe if I blink things will get back gravy But