[Intro: Proof]
Pills I pop 'em, pills I count 'em, pills I pop 'em
Pills I count 'em, pills I pop 'em
Pills! (HIGH! WE GET HIGH!)
PILLS! (Promatic n***a!)

[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
I stepped in the place with a blunt in my face
And I ain't trying to catch case but I think this shit laced (Damn)
Maybe I should do like Ma$e and stop rapping
Stop smoking, stop drinking, laughing
It ain't nothing else to do on the earth
To get high enough to flirt and count these smurfs
Little blue motherfuckers running all in your purse
Am I tweaking? Man I must don't know what I'm worth
That's what they tell me, it feels like I'm under a curse
I am so high, Sicknotes making me burp (*Burp*)
Yo pass the hypnotic and give me a slurp
Shit got me doing karate, protеcting my turf
Shit got me holding my stomach and body to hurt
([?]) in the party store making outbursts
I'm sick, I told yall that last rеcord
Ain't that a bitch? I just can't seem to remembering (Remembering)

[Chorus: Ian Anderson]
Flying So High
Trying to remember
How many cigarettes
Did I bring along?
[Verse 2: Proof]
My plan is wildin' from Xanax poppin'
Fantasing of sodomising Janis Joplin (You hear that?)
This OxyContin got my mouth rotten
Watching the teethless sharks in the dark plot
This bar is packed, Bizarre's in back
With 'Matic and Hendrix smoking cigars with crack
Cartiac arrest, I'm pressed to get to
River Phoenix wanna sniff and press the issue
But Jimmy Morris will give me more to sing
Open the doors with one E-tabs broken in fours
'Pac passed again, so patient
Biggie slapped my hand and said "You're fucking up the rotation!"
Phil and Simon said "Pun is over there"
Miles Davis tapped me and said "You ain't done with them squares!"
My eyes look black after I swallow three
Pills, in the light Aaliyah said "Follow Me"

[Chorus: Ian Anderson & Guilty Simpson]
Flying So High (Dogmatic whatupdoe)
Trying to remember (Big Proof whatupdoe, Guilty Simpson, uh uh)
How many cigarettes
Did I bring along? (Let's go)

[Verse 3: Guilty Simpson]
I got an airhead bitch trying Pablos though
Now she letting n***as ride like the Boblo Boat
I'm running hoes with a runny nose
I don't toot but the marijuna manages to get my loot
Easy, get So High you might see me
Laugh at something on the [turn dog?] TV
I sprinkle keef into fronto leaf
When I wake I chief before I brush my teeth, for real
I keep it blazing
Black male with White Widow, you can say I'm interracial dating
I'm hear to get lifted in the truck, I don't give a fuck
People telling me that I smoke too much
I'ma die high, fly guy, hoes logging on like I'm Wi-Fi
Pulling [take home?] out of my ties
'Cause ain't nobody dope as us
I'll go up rawest blunt and let him smoke me up, for real
[Chorus: Ian Anderson & Guilty Simpson]
Flying So High (Open your mouth and see)
Trying to remember (Yeah)
How many cigarettes (Detroit City, with who?)
Did I bring along? (Mister boy)
Flying So High
Trying to remember
How many cigarettes
Did I bring along?