[00:00.00] 作词 : Jordan Carter/Jung Yean Cho
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jordan Carter/Jung Yean Cho
[00:02.11]What? What? What? What?
[00:03.62]I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
[00:05.68]I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me (Alright)
[00:08.43]I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me
[00:12.10]I'm trying to get high til' (What?) I can't feel nothing (Woah)
[00:15.10]I'm trying to get high til' (What?) I can't feel nothing (Woah)
[00:18.71]I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (Slatt, slatt)
[00:22.03]I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing
[00:25.63]I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Damn)
[00:29.35]I'm way too high, woah woah
[00:33.16]I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Yeah)
[00:36.46]I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah woah
[00:39.70]I'm way too high (Woah)
[00:41.51]
[00:41.67]Wake up (Yeah, wake up)
[00:43.82]It's the first of the month (Slatt, slatt)
[00:45.87]I brush my teeth and count up (Woah, what, slatt)
[00:49.17]I let my nigga roll my blunt (Woah, slatt)
[00:52.68]I'm bout to dirty my cup (Woah, what?)
[00:55.73]Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up)
[00:59.28]I make her scream when we **** (Slatt, scream)
[01:02.93]I don't drive R8s, I don't like those
[01:05.98]I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (What?)
[01:08.95]Can't **** with nobody, not even my shadow
[01:12.86]I got on Ed Hardy, she got on stilettos
[01:16.45]She my best friend, yeah we not a couple (Slatt)
[01:19.77]She a rockstar, she a sex symbol
[01:23.37]The way she do that shit, she make it look simple (What? What?)
[01:26.02]The way she do that shit, she make it look simple (What? What?)
[01:29.23]Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what, what)
[01:33.39]Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, yeah)
[01:36.90]Tell me everybody you touched in this room (Ooh, ooh)
[01:40.56]I gotta know who you ****ed, ****ed in this room (Ooh, what? What?)
[01:43.56]I gotta know who you ****ed in this room (Huh, oh)
[01:47.22]I gotta know who you ****ed in this room (Yeah)
[01:49.57]
[01:50.32]Can't trust no b***h (What? Yeah), can't trust these niggas (Bih)
[01:53.13]In love with my money, in love with my pistols
[01:56.63]In love with my b***h, I think she my b***h (Woah, bih)
[02:00.05]I know she suck d**k, I know she not shit (Woah, what?)
[02:03.41]I been thinking 'bout it, finna cut off that b***h (What?, what?)
[02:06.41]She don't cook, she don't clean, but she want Ruth Chris (What?, what?)
[02:10.26]I don't even like to hug (What?, what?), I don't even like to kiss
[02:13.50]I just pat her on the ass, and tell her "Good shit"
[02:16.66]I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fitz
[02:19.93]I'm 'bout to pour up some red (Red)
[02:22.24]And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?, slatt, slatt)
[02:25.76]And shawty gon' roll up some shit (Slatt)
[02:27.56]I'm 'bout to pour up some red (What?)
[02:29.60]And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?)
[02:30.20]
[02:30.45]I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me (Alright)
[02:32.55]I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me
[02:35.70]I'm trying to get high til' (What?) I can't feel nothing (Woah)
[02:38.99]I'm trying to get high til' (What?) I can't feel nothing (Woah)
[02:42.19]I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (Slatt, slatt)
[02:45.93]I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing
[02:49.07]I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Damn)
[02:53.21]I'm way too high, woah woah
[02:56.21]I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Yeah)
[02:59.81]I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah woah
[03:03.06]I'm way too high (Woah)
[03:07.09]What, what, what, what
[03:09.40]I'm so high man, I can't even feel shit

作词 : Jordan Carter/Jung Yean Cho
作曲 : Jordan Carter/Jung Yean Cho
What? What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me (Alright)
I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me
I'm trying to get high til' (What?) I can't feel nothing (Woah)
I'm trying to get high til' (What?) I can't feel nothing (Woah)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (Slatt, slatt)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Damn)
I'm way too high, woah woah
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah woah
I'm way too high (Woah)
Wake up (Yeah, wake up)
It's the first of the month (Slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (Woah, what, slatt)
I let my nigga roll my blunt (Woah, slatt)
I'm bout to dirty my cup (Woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up)
I make her scream when we **** (Slatt, scream)
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (What?)
Can't **** with nobody, not even my shadow
I got on Ed Hardy, she got on stilettos
She my best friend, yeah we not a couple (Slatt)
She a rockstar, she a sex symbol
The way she do that shit, she make it look simple (What? What?)
The way she do that shit, she make it look simple (What? What?)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what, what)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me everybody you touched in this room (Ooh, ooh)
I gotta know who you ****ed, ****ed in this room (Ooh, what? What?)
I gotta know who you ****ed in this room (Huh, oh)
I gotta know who you ****ed in this room (Yeah)
Can't trust no b***h (What? Yeah), can't trust these niggas (Bih)
In love with my money, in love with my pistols
In love with my b***h, I think she my b***h (Woah, bih)
I know she suck d**k, I know she not shit (Woah, what?)
I been thinking 'bout it, finna cut off that b***h (What?, what?)
She don't cook, she don't clean, but she want Ruth Chris (What?, what?)
I don't even like to hug (What?, what?), I don't even like to kiss
I just pat her on the ass, and tell her "Good shit"
I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fitz
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (Red)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?, slatt, slatt)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (Slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (What?)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?)
I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me (Alright)
I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me
I'm trying to get high til' (What?) I can't feel nothing (Woah)
I'm trying to get high til' (What?) I can't feel nothing (Woah)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (Slatt, slatt)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Damn)
I'm way too high, woah woah
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah woah
I'm way too high (Woah)
What, what, what, what
I'm so high man, I can't even feel shit