Hollywood Undead - Up in Smoke lyrics
Hollywood Undead [J-Dog, Funny Man, Johnny 3 Tears, Charlie Scene, Danny] LA, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hollywood Undead - Up in Smoke lyrics]
So, everybody, get down
Just got out of rehab i'm so high
And I'm so high
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh shit, damn, had a couple too many
Didn't have shit planned
Mixing vodka with Henny now I can't sit down
'cause I'm already spinning
Acting like I'm rich, man
Spending every penny so, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Let's get fucked up
Put on your helmet and knee pads
'Cause, I'm so high, I can't feel my face
'Cause me and weed go together
Like Diddy and Mase
So, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
And, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
I fuck with a six pack, bong, or a zig-zag
Shit, don't puke, here, choke on a Tic Tac
I walked a line, but my eyes are crooked
A couple more drinks, bitch
Now you're good-looking
Motherfucking real Hollywood
Not some B-list actor i'm faded as fuck
Watch me moonwalk backwards
It's a house party, Los Angeles
So fuck the 5-0, my middle fingers are up
So, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
And, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Blowing and banging every day in the low-low
I roll slow 'cause I'm allergic to popo
I smoke the douj when I chill with the Cholos
And y'all smoke pole 'cause
You're chilling with homos
I sip Patrón, and I chase it with SoCo
Pants so low, got my balls in a choke-hold
Bitches getting naked
And they're posing for photos
And hopping on my dick like my shit is a pogo
So, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Let's get fucked up
Put on your helmet and knee pads
'Cause, I'm so high, I can't feel my face
'Cause me and weed go together
Like Charlie and J-Dog so, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Let's get fucked up
Put on your helmet and knee pads
'Cause, I'm so high, I can't feel my face
'Cause me and weed go together
Like Charlie and J-Dog
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, I'm so high oh, no, I'm so high
Oh, no, I'm so high oh, no, I'm so high
Just got out of rehab i'm so high
And I'm so high
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh shit, damn, had a couple too many
Didn't have shit planned
Mixing vodka with Henny now I can't sit down
'cause I'm already spinning
Acting like I'm rich, man
Spending every penny so, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Let's get fucked up
Put on your helmet and knee pads
'Cause, I'm so high, I can't feel my face
'Cause me and weed go together
Like Diddy and Mase
So, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
And, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
I fuck with a six pack, bong, or a zig-zag
Shit, don't puke, here, choke on a Tic Tac
I walked a line, but my eyes are crooked
A couple more drinks, bitch
Now you're good-looking
Motherfucking real Hollywood
Not some B-list actor i'm faded as fuck
Watch me moonwalk backwards
It's a house party, Los Angeles
So fuck the 5-0, my middle fingers are up
So, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
And, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Blowing and banging every day in the low-low
I roll slow 'cause I'm allergic to popo
I smoke the douj when I chill with the Cholos
And y'all smoke pole 'cause
You're chilling with homos
I sip Patrón, and I chase it with SoCo
Pants so low, got my balls in a choke-hold
Bitches getting naked
And they're posing for photos
And hopping on my dick like my shit is a pogo
So, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Let's get fucked up
Put on your helmet and knee pads
'Cause, I'm so high, I can't feel my face
'Cause me and weed go together
Like Charlie and J-Dog so, everybody
Get down like you just got out of rehab
Let's get fucked up
Put on your helmet and knee pads
'Cause, I'm so high, I can't feel my face
'Cause me and weed go together
Like Charlie and J-Dog
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, the bottle's low
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, we up in smoke
And I can't feel my face no more
Oh, no, I'm so high oh, no, I'm so high
Oh, no, I'm so high oh, no, I'm so high