Danny Brown, B-Real - Get Hi lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown, B-Real - Get Hi lyrics]
I’m blowing on some Miles
Something Kinda Blue the kinda dope
You swear could make dreams come true
Sticky icky nugs real furry buzz
This my party pack call it the cotton club
Towel under the door hotboxing hotels
Security knocking what’s that smell
Ornette with a fortress
Scorching frontos on porches
Torching up the purple
Got me spinning in a circle
I'm Coltrane on Soul Plane propane flow game
Bitches know my name from cancun to Spokane
Got it in my carry on
Smoke it till it's all gone
No homo but yo bitch go
Tommy Dorsey on my trombone
Hit the greenery jaws go Gillespie
Have a nigga shaking like he got epilepsy
I hit it twice then i pass it to the right
Mary Jane ya be the love of my life
Say ya had a bad day
Want the stress to go away just rollup
Take the pain away and get hi
Stop talking all that jazz
Every morning I wake up
First thing I roll up
Before I get the day started
First I gotta bake up and get hi
Ya girl just left you you just got fired
Ya car acting up you need new tires
Your bills all late anyday ya phone off
Fuck it cop a 8th take the load off
Baby Momma tripping taking you to the court
They wanna lock you up
But, your daughter got new Jordans
Yo landlord knocking her girl cock blocking
Dealing with this bullshit
Smoke up on the constant
Living in this world always on the edge
So to clear yo mind smoke one to the head
Pockets on e due on ya lease
Tryna chop you down so roll up the trees
Problem of today smoke it to the face
It’s only for a moment
But the troubles go away problems of today
Smoke it to the face it’s only for a moment
But the problems go away
Say ya had a bad day
Want the stress to go away just roll up
And take the pain away and get hi
Every morning I wake up
First thing I roll up
Before I get the day started
First I gotta bake up and get hi
Something Kinda Blue the kinda dope
You swear could make dreams come true
Sticky icky nugs real furry buzz
This my party pack call it the cotton club
Towel under the door hotboxing hotels
Security knocking what’s that smell
Ornette with a fortress
Scorching frontos on porches
Torching up the purple
Got me spinning in a circle
I'm Coltrane on Soul Plane propane flow game
Bitches know my name from cancun to Spokane
Got it in my carry on
Smoke it till it's all gone
No homo but yo bitch go
Tommy Dorsey on my trombone
Hit the greenery jaws go Gillespie
Have a nigga shaking like he got epilepsy
I hit it twice then i pass it to the right
Mary Jane ya be the love of my life
Say ya had a bad day
Want the stress to go away just rollup
Take the pain away and get hi
Stop talking all that jazz
Every morning I wake up
First thing I roll up
Before I get the day started
First I gotta bake up and get hi
Ya girl just left you you just got fired
Ya car acting up you need new tires
Your bills all late anyday ya phone off
Fuck it cop a 8th take the load off
Baby Momma tripping taking you to the court
They wanna lock you up
But, your daughter got new Jordans
Yo landlord knocking her girl cock blocking
Dealing with this bullshit
Smoke up on the constant
Living in this world always on the edge
So to clear yo mind smoke one to the head
Pockets on e due on ya lease
Tryna chop you down so roll up the trees
Problem of today smoke it to the face
It’s only for a moment
But the troubles go away problems of today
Smoke it to the face it’s only for a moment
But the problems go away
Say ya had a bad day
Want the stress to go away just roll up
And take the pain away and get hi
Every morning I wake up
First thing I roll up
Before I get the day started
First I gotta bake up and get hi