I Must Be High

I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe TV screens, margarita machines with street marines Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings If it means anything this for all my G's I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's Another DWI, drunk and fucking high I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky They call me young Thurston Howell the Third And that's my word I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I'm a park and scrape the curve [Chorus: repeat 2X] Why when I'm not high does my life Feel like it's missing something I know that I must be high So that I can function I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons Fuck em so good they wake up and wash dishes The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits No French kisses and no hippopotamuses I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet em Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle [Chorus] I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick As the police officers patting down my click They say my bandana breaks the dress code Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex ho I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias' [Chorus]