[Chorus: Kyle Lucas]
I'm high, so high, so high
Mother fucker
I'm high so high so high so high so high
I ain't coming down, and i ain't coming back
I'm high, so high, so high

[Verse 1: Kyle Lucas]
Light up
Yea yea yea
In the oc with 2 Emcee's
I got an oz of the og
And i'm OT with the OP
It's a matter a fact they know me
But it's all good cause i know Mills
And i flow with GLC
It's packed in this hotel
And theirs snow here
She ain't try'na leave
Ok smoke fills up like Oatmeal
One hit will leave her room filled
Plus i mixed like four pills
I'm so still like roadkill
My cups so filled
Stuff so chill she on my coat tails
This chicks so high sniff of that white
All blown up like my phone bill
I can't move but the rooms spinning
Y'all ask me if that good living
Like turn to my baby that's blurred vision
She persistent to burn incense
Light it up its her turn to hit it
She want a cut like incision
Eyes rolled back call a mortician
If you so burred abort mission
That shit just ain't just gunna happen round here
Get a pound burn it down around here
I got a pack of the loud and i like the way that sounds
Shit i'm up in the clouds and i ain't coming down