Frank Calhoune – High; I’m High! I’m High, I’m High! I’m High! High, High! High! (Lyrics & Video)

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!)

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