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STYLES P : Good Times (I Get High) lyrics

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STYLES P lyrics : "Good Times (I Get High)"

[Chorus:]
I get high, (I get high)
I get high, (I get high)

I get high, (I get high)
I get high, (I get high)
I get high on your memory

High on your memory
High on your memory
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)

I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)


Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S-P, the only flowa that you know with a bounce and a half.
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cats

So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave
I get high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbles me now

And I'd rather roll something up
Cause if I'm sober dawg, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up
I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone, motha $#&@a case I'm dyin tonight

So I roll em up, back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come splatter the hood.


[Chorus]

Ay yo, I smoke like a chiminey

Matter fact I - smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies

Spit with the finishing touch, get this that
I'm a finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes

I get high when - bullets hit faces after words exchange
I get a rush off the blood on the walls
You understand, like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin the floor

I get high cause $#&@ it, what's better to do
And I'm a never give a $#&@, cause I'm better you


[Chorus]

I'm a smoke till my lungs collapse

I'm from the era where, ^!$$%s cause terror over guns and crack
Where the dollar bill is powerful
I smoke weed cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do

I get high for a livin, gots to ride for a livin
With my bill Gates the ^!$$%s that'll die for a livin
%#@! I get as high as I could

Cause if you see things, like I see things, I'm a die in the hood
Motha $#&@a understand it's full service for you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue

And you can name any rapper, if you want he can die
This is s-p dumpin and (*##$ I get high

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