High We Am

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We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land
Singin'
We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land
I got my own energy but used to miss it
When I do I get to twistin' up a pick me up
Used to pickin' up a blunt, fixing up depression
In high school learned a useful lesson
Pick a substance you don't OD off if you get to stressin'
Liquor's just way too messy
Hard will leave you itchin'
So when I'm anxious, get to twistin' instead of twitchin'
Impossa-bowls instead of wrist slittin'
When I'm mad I take a dab and get to spittin'
Non-fictitious, lyrics vicious, specifically designed to fix negative image
Copy, print it
Erase the mental blemish
Roast the bowl until it's ash
Suck it through we call it snap, say it's finished
You're always hungry but don't want to wash dishes
So it's oven pizzas off the cardboard, recycle bin it
Six-packs, good laughs, remember friendships
You thought were never-ending, but brother did drugs
You see the joke?
I sure didn't get it
I stick to green so family don't know why brothers missin'
Four-twenty blaze it, S.W.E.D., my religion
When I meditate I count my canna-blessin's
Get to stress prevention
Just rolled two cannons for mental health weapons!
We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land
Singin'
We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land
I'm seein' stars, rockstars
Hubba hubba, Death Bubba
I'm a big chocolate dutch, nine-mil, big bong puff lover
Gelato in the OZ, cookies in the oven
Half P of Congeles, wait up I'm comin'
Dealer on my line sayin' hash or the wax
I put in overtime, need more than a couple grams
I'll take the Lebanese hash with the northern lights wax
I need six cola gummies and seven Stoney Patch
Three double-stuff and two grams of that
Super silver haze diamonds by the glass
Jar with the Sugar Shack, need me some of those
Dealer always happy when I roll up to his house
Cause he knows he gettin' paid and I'm happy to get stoned
Once I take these edis I'll finally get out my dome
Once I take these edis I'll finally get out my—ugh
Insomnia, back pain, suicidal thoughts
Seem to fade away with a big golden glob
Gorilla glue number four knockin' on my door
My boy know I need my THC, why even knock?
Need my CBD isolate, looks like powder from chalk
Got the tincture on my tongue so high I can barely talk
When the milk chocolates kick in we'll see if I can walk
And if I reach for the vodka, better tell me knock it off!
We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land
Singin'
We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land
Singin'
We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land
Singin'
We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land

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