Super High

I get super hot, my backwoods full of zyde, I walk above the sky

Purple lines up down there, poled up, I feel like I'm bout to fly

I exhale that smoke, then hit that cup, then pour more juice inside

It's slow-mo as I roll up more bruns with five more grunds inside

I proceed, put more grunds in the lead to make my high increase

Four grunds lit at one time, barely see, pour up a four MP

Super hot, bitch, I'm above the sky, can't see the world beneath

Stoner like smoke till my brain starts fry, don't smoke, it's more for me

I'ma buy a script as long as the ceiling ain't cracked and scratch the stick off

Double cup, pour up, then double back, refill, I'm takin' off