So High Songtext
von Young Troubled Minds

You know I go where the wind blows
I can see the stars when I look out my window
Who′s that knocking at my door?
Oh, that's my kinfolk
They keep on telling me I need to try this indo
Come smoke this indo


Chilling like pictures that hang on the walls
Bitches that call, I don′t give a fuck
I'll probably be chilling on Jupiter Mars
I'm up in the stars and sniffing the dust
Sipping on something, a couple of cups
You fuck with that lean, better double them up
Ain′t worried about all you niggas who hating
But you worried if your girl chilling with us
I feel so high I could fall, high I could fall
Bitches be losing their drawers
Niggas be talking that shit behind my back
And I be cutting them off
Chill, my nigga you gotta just chill
Pass me a lighter and chill
I got a idea that can make us a mill
I′m rubbing my face just to make sure it's real

Uh, rollin one up with my bros
Riding around while we smoke
Hot box then fox shot to the next spot that′s jumping
Pull up into the function like how to get up on something
Swinging through your avenue, me and my whole damn crew
And you know that we so high, so fried
Chilling on cloud nine, chilling with the clouds, nigga I lie
Praise to the most high who made a nigga so fly
And I won't lie, got a little ego
But it mellow out nice with the weed smoke
Everything else, nigga, she know
That′s why I keep her close to me


I'm talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
I′m so high
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
I'm so high
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
I'm so high
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
I′m so high
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
I′m so high
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
I'm so high
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane
I′m so high
Talking bout Mary Jane, Mary Jane