Larry Fisherman, Domo Genesis, Hodgy - MellowHigh lyrics

Fuckin' trippin' i'm fuckin' trippin'
Yep, yep ayy, can you dim the lights? Smoke!

Sippin' beer and whiskey, gettin' frisky
Hopscotch
Words mistaken this place escapin' my
Tongue like pop rocks
To a bar alone, in my lap the Glock's cocked
Lookin' for a hot bop with
A boyfriend that cock blocks (Faggot)
No service in this bitch
Good thing I'm near a hotspot
Time is money, clocks flock
Like a cherry I'm on top (Ha ha ha)
You askin' me rhetoricals
Knowing where all my morals go
A stampede, bitch, you plant the seed
Let the florals grow
She give me oral throat, good behavior
Being cordial time is money hun
It's 20s back into my portal
Other words disturb and hurt me
Absurdly but I'm immortal
Thuggish, ruggish, smoke blunts
Till sluggish, i'm fuckin' durable
Adorable, the way these samples flip
Thanks to Fishyman
He don't give us spam, we the a kitchen clan
River sand, in my bibs, I'm itchy man
Finna' hit amoeba
And spent sixtey on Lionel Richie (Yep)
We all gon' die
I might just bring my baby mama with me yep

See, pussy nigga, what’s your life like?
(Huh?) ‘Cause mine’s hype
Eyes fixed on the limelight
Should’ve signed twice, wrecked five mics
(bitch)
Finna eat like an orgy scene with five dykes
Weed flight, puffin’, have to
Ask "dog, I’m alive, right?"
A live wire, spit a virus out like Limewire
Break it down so I can climb higher
In his prime, watch him supply fire
Get a grip, I’m going nuts like Money Mike
Supply pliers
Ridin' high up in the Pied Piper
Nigga, look at how I’m pissin' on ‘em
Mac throw the alley, I Blake Griffin on 'em
Wolf Gang, dysfunctional family
Eddie Griffin on 'em
"High" hats, moving shit
Even got Diddy on 'em
Uh, bitch, I’m a monster
Beat it, never leakin' my seed
I skeet in the contra-
Cept', 'cause I bet I wouldn’t
Play a decent father
There’ll never be another me
Bring seats to my imposters
So haters back that ass up like Juvenile (Uh)
Get her Suboo while 'bout to
Do this shit Rasputin style
Niggas didn’t trip
Gave room and I’m a nuisance now
What’s beef? I’ll bring a meat
Cleaver to you stupid cows hot headed
Need some heat-seakers to shoot 'em down
Inglewood nigga
Just a product what he grew around
It’s young me
Dom’s gettin’ what he fuckin' needs
Forever blessed, like bad allergies
You just a fuckin' sneeze
My dreams floated in the wind
And grabbed some fuckin' breeze
The crap I spit disgusting
So these ratchets on they fuckin' knees
(Urgh)
You niggas save the bullshit, I’m a matador
I’m gettin' swiss cheese overseas
By the Matterhorn