i must be high

i'm damned if i do and damned if i don't

holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke

i choke on my breakfast

the end of my necklace

say dopehouse records

screwston

texas

the diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess

you can keep the lexus

cause i got two benzes

i'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines

cause i bought her two dresses and some contact lenses

got a message in a bottle

hit the throttle in my carro

click and clack my semi auto cause i'm trying to see tomorrow

bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco

it's the top selling vato

twenty threes on the tahoe

tv screens

margarita machines with street marines

got love for the crips

and bloods

and latin kings

if it means anything this for all my g's

i'm in jail cause i forgot my fucking abc's

another dwi

drunk and fucking high

i'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky

they call me young thurston howell the third

and that's my word

i'm a swang

i'm a swerve

i'm a park and scrape the curve

why when i'm not high does my life

feel like it's missing something

i know that i must be high

so that i can function

why when i'm not high does my life

feel like it's missing something

i know that i must be high

so that i can function

i'm a use my three wishes

i'm very superstitious

no matter where i go i meet a bunch of horny bitches

burn a few bridges

feed a few pigeons

fuck em so good they wake up and wash dishes

the food was delicious

bacon

eggs

and biscuits

no french kisses and no hippopotamuses

i'm picky

if you strictly dickly

you can't get with me

as i represent houston like what? the damn whitney

i'm a get em when i get em i loved em and i fed em

lived in peace

i ain't gonna let em when i see em i'm gonna wet em

shut em down like d-town and the homie ackavelie

peace to happareli and my nigga john freddy

my drink is thick as jelly

i love my shit muddy

four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly

ready for the rumble

leave em lying in a puddle

y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle

why when i'm not high does my life

feel like it's missing something

i know that i must be high

so that i can function

why when i'm not high does my life

feel like it's missing something

i know that i must be high

so that i can function

i walks in the club

a grabbing on my dick

as the police officers patting down my clique

they say my bandanna breaks the dress code

every fine fucking bitch i see's my ex ho

i'm hogging and i'm dogging creeping and i'm crawling

believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in

everybody jump jump

boys trip what what

let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum

slanging slab motor rocks up in no man's land

burning off in my smokey and the bandit" trans am