High; I’m High! I’m High, I’m High! I’m High! High, High! High! – Frank Calhoune Lyrics
Shmoke me; say, shmoke me. Say, shmoke (high)
We 'bout ta get messed up (so high)
First, don't put my lighter in yo pocket (I'm high)!
Second, don't waste my got-damn weed (so high)!
I shmoke 'em all, me (ah! Ya heard me?)
Backwoodz, Game (ya heard me?)
Swishaz (high), 504'z (yea)
Roll tha cereal milk
Feelin' dat energy, ya heard me?!
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
Just know when you see me, no matter what, I'm high
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
You gon smell it in my clothes & see it all in my eyez!
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
I can't change me; I'm just who I am
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
Backwood burnin', on a highway, slabbin'
So high in tha air, floatin' without a care
Sittin' in a winner's chair (holy shit!); dat's rare!
All The Way Real's goldеn lair; hard-hittin', like a snare
Weed pausin', like a starе (mane, what tha fuck?!); dat yea!
Bass laced (ba-bum-bum)
Face state (da tiggy-tiggy)
Taste eighths (3.5 shit!)
Embrace my pace (I'm higgy-higgy)
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
Die fa a five-star prize to fly tha sky! Buy tyme rides!
Yea. Ya heard me?!
Shmoked out ("Shout-Out to my dawg, Frankie, on tha East Coast! I see you, my nigga!")…
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
Just know when you see me, no matter what, I'm high
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
You gon smell it in my clothes & see it all in my eyez!
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
I can't change me; I'm just who I am
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
Backwood burnin', on a highway, slabbin'
It feel good ta feel good 'cause now, I'm startin' ta live
Round tha world, they hear my music & I ain't sign no deal
Angola to DCI, Hunts to Centerville
Greg Dukes, Frank Calhoune got me in all of tha jailz
I'm 'bout ta take ya on a ride through tha bottom of Louisiana
Dat's Franklin, dat's Morgan City, Lafayette & New Iberia
Where you got ta have, yea, credentials & criteria
Tha fit match tha whip & tha whip match tha interior
AC on Siberia; how I'm feelin', it's a miracle
I ain't reach my pinnacle & I'm feelin' invincible
They ain't know I get lyrical & everythang's original
I can't help they typical; lil' Killa McClain miniatures
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
Just know when you see me, no matter what, I'm high
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
You gon smell it in my clothes & see it all in my eyez!
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
I can't change me; I'm just who I am
High; I'm high! I'm high, I'm high! I'm high! High, high! High!
Backwood burnin', on a highway, slabbin' (high!)
