Correction Paroles High ’Til I Die par Twiztid

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Everyday that we awake are we waiting to get high
We roll up and take a toke and stay high till we die
(Everybody stay high)
Don't let the world get to ya
(Everybody stay high)
Don't let the world get to ya
Every night we go to sleep in case we never wake again
We roll up and take a toke and stay high till the end
(Everybody stay high)
Don't let the world get to ya
(Everybody stay high)
Don't let the world get to ya

I'm alive till I'm not, until then
Imma rock with the good weed, cause
That's the vibe that I got
On mars don't believe me just watch
I been living in a smoke cloud hit em with the so loud
Every time I go out you know there's is no doubt
Higher than the pope now
Never with the coke
I'd rather smoke a bowl while you f**kin up your nose
How much do I smoke, wow, who knows?
All mixed up like kudo
Only burning with the day unos
We the top shelf tribunal
Everybody else just psuedo
Smell kicking through the double bag like judo
Got enough gas to see pluto
Keep it in the circle like sumo
Smoking till my legs like noodles
Do it till I'm dead, yeah b*t*h what you know

Copping everything the dispensary has
Is a pretty simple task when you're gripping a mask
Taking two black glad bags out the back door
With the alarm in the background (I don't give a f**k, hoe)
Tell 'em it was me, tell 'em was Lee
Tell 'em I'm d**khead hopelessly addicted to some weed
I'll prolly catch a body if I'm not in a legal state
Smoke signals, only way that I communicate
I was formulating how to make the scene look
Breaking up weed on the case of the Green Book
I don't need hooks to leave a b*t*h hanging
And it's one simple message you should be retaining
I get a light I'm a cenobite, shell blazer throw back
On the road to ruin my brothers and a road map
And you know that I'm so high till I die
I might set fire to this very venue tonight

Yep, take a little ease off
Lookin like Arcola, cause the duo blew your sleeves off
Now where the f**k I leave off
I ain't got no money, I ain't got no time
All I got is hunger and I'm high, ain't no reason to be soft
I'm coping learning to turn the beast off
Floating stoned is the way of the walk
And I smoke out the mouth when I talk like an exhaust
A cloudy haze of my days
So high I need Robert Seger to turn the page
So I can smoke and sip and mull
Over the sh*t that I'm supposed to get paid
Know when to hold em Ken
Or gone head roll it I'm going in (damn paul)
So potent it'll tuck you in
And got so much he keep it in some storage bins

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