Cal Scruby - I Got Way Too Hig lyrics
[Cal Scruby - I Got Way Too Hig lyrics]
Dag nabbit i'm stuck like I'm on the
101 in bad traffic
Feel like I'm only good rapping
'bout my bad habit's
I took five days of and I'm back at it
Yeah, I'm back at it
Look mama, I'm doing it
Tryna swallow my pride without chewing it
And that's a bad idea
Don't do it, that's a bad idea
It's like going swimming with
Some bad diarrhea
Bitch I ain't tryna build, no, this not Ikea
This one night then you fly Frontier
And you might get a middle seat
She don't need room, she got little feet
In the sheets, she a hot girl
She a big ol' freak
If you got a problem I promise you it'll be
Way bigger than some Twitter beef
Don't run into me
See I've been on that Hennessy and lemonade
Lower my milligrams to 10 a day
That's why I been away
I get too high, too paranoid sometimes
Thoughts in my mind running
Lines like suicide drills
I ain't scared to die no more
I don't smile no more
What the fuck am I gonna do with my grills?
Damn, I got too high, I got way too high
I'm way too high
Damn, I got too high, I got way too high
I'm way too high
And I'm just trying to get my energy back
Look at my map, where my enemies at?
I see them all, they red dots
They dropped off like Redbox
This audition, I'm giving them headshots
But ain't shit free especially
When you this nice
A this means my 16s fist fight
My lips lethal hooks and punchlines
I flow like butterflies through
Sunshine in summertime
If it's not dope it must not be one of mine
If can't be, get it? Awh, fuck it
That loud pack like Sam Jackin that bucket
Back to back to back like Shaq and Tim Duncan
I get too high too, paranoid sometimes
Thoughts in my mind running
Lines like suicide drills
I ain't scared to die no more
I don't smile no more
What the fuck am I gonna do with my grills?
Damn, I got too high, I got way too high
I'm way too high
Damn, I got too high, I got way too high
I'm way too high
101 in bad traffic
Feel like I'm only good rapping
'bout my bad habit's
I took five days of and I'm back at it
Yeah, I'm back at it
Look mama, I'm doing it
Tryna swallow my pride without chewing it
And that's a bad idea
Don't do it, that's a bad idea
It's like going swimming with
Some bad diarrhea
Bitch I ain't tryna build, no, this not Ikea
This one night then you fly Frontier
And you might get a middle seat
She don't need room, she got little feet
In the sheets, she a hot girl
She a big ol' freak
If you got a problem I promise you it'll be
Way bigger than some Twitter beef
Don't run into me
See I've been on that Hennessy and lemonade
Lower my milligrams to 10 a day
That's why I been away
I get too high, too paranoid sometimes
Thoughts in my mind running
Lines like suicide drills
I ain't scared to die no more
I don't smile no more
What the fuck am I gonna do with my grills?
Damn, I got too high, I got way too high
I'm way too high
Damn, I got too high, I got way too high
I'm way too high
And I'm just trying to get my energy back
Look at my map, where my enemies at?
I see them all, they red dots
They dropped off like Redbox
This audition, I'm giving them headshots
But ain't shit free especially
When you this nice
A this means my 16s fist fight
My lips lethal hooks and punchlines
I flow like butterflies through
Sunshine in summertime
If it's not dope it must not be one of mine
If can't be, get it? Awh, fuck it
That loud pack like Sam Jackin that bucket
Back to back to back like Shaq and Tim Duncan
I get too high too, paranoid sometimes
Thoughts in my mind running
Lines like suicide drills
I ain't scared to die no more
I don't smile no more
What the fuck am I gonna do with my grills?
Damn, I got too high, I got way too high
I'm way too high
Damn, I got too high, I got way too high
I'm way too high