I Woke Up Still High Lyrics

You might've ate an edible and thought you finna die

I woke up Still High

Smoking on some haze feel it setting in your eyes

I woke up Still High

On cloud nine and this feeling won't subside

I woke up Still High

That THCA still got me on the rise

I woke up Still High

I'm stuck in the air, woke up impaired

We split up in pairs, me and Bri always share

Forrest Green buds, fire red hairs

The vapor in this bag is very potent beware

My weed is a recluse always indoors

I don't really pass like Kobe in the Fourth

It's a Gramdemic I got mine you got yours

I dropped a lil cake they had lava on the floor

I need hydroponic, I sneeze off the pollen

I need about three hundred milligram tonics

Fucked myself up by increasing my tolerance

All off the cannabis, floating like the colonist

But fuck the Quakers and pilgrims and protestants

Says the green god taking dabs of biscotti mints

I'm the last kushbender, nonviolent offender, and private vendor

You might've ate an edible and thought you finna die

I woke up Still High

Smoking on some haze feel it setting in your eyes

I woke up Still High

On cloud nine and the feeling won't subside

I woke up Still High

That THCA still got me on the rise

I woke up Still High

The waves crashed over me

Need me like Alistair Overeem

I responded hornily

Tryna make this dick touch her ovaries

Even tho she wanna blow with me

I smoke alone hoe it's quarantine

Go thru quarter pounds every other week

Extra cheese no Mickey D's I need my pockets obese

Smoking fire and desire where is Tina Marie

For these greens and these teals and these aquamarines

Vanilla frosting, rosin gets a lil costly

Back in the day to cleanse your palette used to sniff the coffee

Now everything is prepacked and pre weighed

You might buy a weed pack that's dry aged

I cut the packaging date off at 40 days

FUCK a fish with no water bitch I ain't lil Wayne

But I am an alien off this melonade

My sativa melanated smoking black haze

You might've ate an edible and thought you finna die

I woke up Still High

Smoking on some haze feel it setting in your eyes

I woke up Still High

On cloud nine and the feeling won't subside

I woke up Still High

That THCA still got me on the rise

I woke up Still High

You ever had an edible hit you extra late

And the rest of your day you're tryna regulate

Tryna keep yo heartbeat at a steady rate

Now I'm stuck like Peter Parker off the Mary Jane

Back in my day we had the 1000 milligram

Spinning like the ceiling fan

Cut the middle man

Now y'all got the mushroom bar so advanced

Psilocybin vibing to rewire the synapse

When you hippie flipping the objective expansion

When candy flipping the objective orgasmic

A bad trip like being trapped in a haunted mansion

We all started with Virgin systems Richard Branson

Smoking to the rough drafts of this song it's already my anthem

On a T-Break I'm already relapsin

Like yo lazy eye I'm already relaxing

My only goal in life is smoke a joint with my grandkids

Why? So we can wake up still high