Good Times (clean) Songtext
von Styles P

I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high on your memory
High on your memory, high on your memory
I get high, high, high (every day) high
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
High

Every day I need an ounce and a half
S.P., the only flower that you know with a bounce-and-a-half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave

I get, high ′cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now
And I′d rather roll somethin' up, 'cause if I′m sober, dawg
I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin′ up

I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone all alone
Motherfucker ′case I'm dyin′ tonight
So I roll 'em up back-to-back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come and to slide to the hood


I get high, high, high, high (every day)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)
High on your memory (every day)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high, high

A yo, I smoke like a chimney, matter of fact, I smoke like a gun
When a killa see his enemy, I smoke like Bob Marley did
Add to that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the ′70s
Spit with the finishing touch
Get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged

I get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand
Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin′ the floor
I get high ′cause fuck it, what's better to do?
And I′ma never give a fuck, 'cause I′m better than you

I get high, high, high, high (every day)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)
Get high on your memory (every day)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high, high


I'ma smoke ′til my lungs collapse
I'm from a era where niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where a dollar bill is powerful
I smoke weed 'cause time seem precious, and I know what a hour do

High for a livin′, gots to ride for a livin′
With my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin′
Shit, I get as high as I could
'Cause if you see things like I see things
′Cause I'ma die in the hood

Motherfucker, understand it′s full service to you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die
This is S.P., dump it in, you bitch, I get high

I get high, high, high, high (every day)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)
High on your memory (every day)
I get high, high, high, high (I am the ghost)
I get high, high, high, high (flow with me)

I get high on your memory
High on your memory, high on your memory high, high, high
I get high on your memory
High on your memory, high on your memory, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high