Too High (feat. Buddy & Na’kel Smith)

Ay, ay, ay, ay Said "there's only one thing to do" When you think you've got, too high Smoke again, smoke again No there ain't no feelin' No feelin' like havin' one all to yourself To call your own To call your own, call your own, call your own And there ain't no feelin', mmm When everybody else is hangin' 'round Tryna get a piece of your thing (To get a piece of your thing) Ay, ay, ay I got your message, I know you bottled it up That's old school I'm textin' to let you follow and stuff Once you let me inside I'ma hide the key Baby I never leave, baby I never leave, ay So lately I've been gettin' into Buddha and shit You start laughin' and say that's typical of one from my land Let me find my third eye Get some typical head While I freestyle high, that's a typical day Said "there's only one thing to do" When you think you've got, too high Smoke again, smoke again Yo, I just bought a dab rig (I just bought a dab rig) I'm 'bout to load it up wit' wax and get higher than my dad did Way before he had kids (Me baby) Somebody pass me the aux, we 'bout to listen to some Madlib It's America's most blunted I'm 'bout to roll another blunt, I need to smoke somethin' I'm sick of hoes callin' when they don't want nothin' (Ring) Somebody roll a couple more and keep those comin' Please, ring around a rosie Smokin' on weed like a stogie Nigga I'm livin' my life likes it golden Everyone coughin' and chokin' Nigga I'm blowin' it out in the open (Bitch) Out on the ocean, we on a boat And she got her titties exposed (Tits) Nigga you know me, smokin' on OG And this shit already blow Hittin' the road, I'm ready to go When she say her friends wanna roll Smokin' back to back to back We smokin' like ten in a row (Huh) Couple to go, I'm looking up like "damn it, how many to go"? You don't even know I said "there's only one thing to do" When you think you've got, too high Smoke again, smoke again (Yeah, roll another blunt) They don't take flights like this, high as a kite I'm is And what I'm doin's not to influence, don't watch this kid But with the spot I'm in, I need to calm my nerves So get your eyes off mine and worry more 'bout yours I'm crusin', for a bruisin' This loud I chief the reason I can tune out all the bullshit So let me roll one Cheers to cash and abundance And dance in the sand while the mountain range jam To the sound, how that sound?