Good Times - Lyrics - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories - Swizz Beatz

Title: Good Times
Album: Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): David Styles, K Dean, Marilyn Mc Leod, Robert Hankerson, Pamela Joan Sawyer

Lyric:
I get high, I get high, 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, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high

Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S.P., the only flower that you know, with a bounce in 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 humbled me now
And I'd rather roll somethin' up, 'cause if I'm sober, dog
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 to splatter the hood

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high

Aiyyo, I smoke like a chimney
Matter of fact I smoke like a gun when a killer see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did, add to that
That I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's

Spit with the finishin' 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 blood on 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, that's right 'cause I'm better than you

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high

I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high

I'ma smoke till my lungs collapse, I'm from a era where
Niggaz '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 niggaz that'll die for a livin'
Shit, I get as high as I could, 'cause if you see things
Like I see things that 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
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
...

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High On Love - Lyrics - Girl Like Me - Emma Bunton

Title: High On Love
Album: Girl Like Me
Artist: Emma Bunton
Composer(s): Ash Howes, Sharon Murphy, Richard Stannard, Emma Bunton, Martin Harrington, Julian Gallagher

Lyric:
Well, I know that you're with me when I'm sleeping
And I know that you hear me when I'm speaking
No, I'm not gonna fight it and I just can't deny it
'Cos I know that it's something I believe in

And you made me listen
And you really showed me where to go
And you made me wonder who I am

You're making me high, high, high, high on love
You're making me high, high, high, high on love
You're making me high, high, high, high on love
You're making me high

When I'm cold I feel your arms around me
When I cry you're there to hold me gently
Wanna shout out loud 'cos I feel so proud
And I know that you're there to defend me

And you made me listen
And you really showed me where to go
And you made me wonder who I am

You're making me high, high, high, high on love
You're making me high, high, high, high on love
You're making me high, high, high, high on love
You're making me high

And you made me listen
And you really showed me where to go
And you made me wonder who I am

You're making me high, high, high, high on love
(Ooh, you're making my high, boy)
You're making me high, high, high, high on love
(Ooh, you're making my high, boy)
You're making me high, high, high, high on love
(Ooh, you're making my high, boy)
You're making me high

You're making me high, high, high, high on love
(Ooh, you're making my high, boy)
You're making me high, high, high, high on love
(Ooh, you're making my high, boy)
You're making me high, high, high, high on love
(Ooh, you're making my high, boy)
You're making me high

Well, I know that you're with me when I'm sleeping
And I know that you hear me when I'm speaking
No, I'm not gonna fight it and I just can't deny it
'Cos I know that it's something I believe in

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Chevy Ridin High - Lyrics - Rick Ross

Title: Chevy Ridin High
Artist: Rick Ross
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Williams Roberts, Marcello Anton Valenzano

Lyric:
This is, this is, this is, this is
Chevy ridin' high
(Ross)
Chevy ridin' high
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high
Chevy, Chevy, Chevy ridin high'
Today

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music

I'm a real thug so my rims scrub
No black and milds, the blunt filled up
I got a V-12, sweeter than the female
It feels like intercourse bucklin' the seat belt

Picture all black down to the shoes, man
Brought it from a don, gave his ass two thangs
Know him as the boss, I swerve two lanes
Picturing Ricky Ross, me and Dre do thangs

Listen up nigga I got an idea
I aim this K at you and you come off the pies nigga
I ain't playing fool, this ain't X-box
But I can take you to the morgue
And you pick out the best box

The rover ridin'
(Dre)
The Chevy speakin'
(Dre)
Yo' hoe she vibin'
(Dre)
She gonna let Dre hit it
I'm from North Miami, ain't no secret homey
Quit acting hoe and walking like that chick Naomi

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music

Me and Ross back at it y'all ass backwards
My homey dirt bag
(Yes)
He got don status
Epidemic is an army, Triple C is a navy
We combine and take over this state shit

My partner D. Wade keep a heat jersey on 'em
I just tote heat from haters that try to hurt me, homie
I got monopoly cheese, I work the streets hard
Try to dodge the snitches with 'Get out of jail free' cards

I sold food like Ruby and Gene's
I'm telling ya my whole crew rock rubies and G's
Put me in power when he threw me them thangs
I came back money bags and Louie in seams

Crystal rosy yeah, I Poe that
We connected with Khaled, we back door that
You see my wrist man, keep your pink wrist bands
She can't believe I'm in a Chevy even though I'm rich man

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music

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Because I Got High - Lyrics - The Good Times - Afroman

Title: Because I Got High
Album: The Good Times
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
It's like I don't care about nothing man
Roll another joint, ooh la da da da la da da la la da da

I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
My room is still messed up and I know why
(Why man?)

Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high

I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
(Uh uh la la da da)
I'm takin' it next semester and I know why
(Why man? Hey hey)

Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high

(Go to the next one, go to the next one, go to the next one)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
(Oh oh)
I just got a new promotion but I got high
(La da da da da)
Now I'm selling dope and I know why
(Why man?)

Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high

I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
(No you wasn't)
They took my whole paycheck and I know why
(Why man? Yeah)

Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high

I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
(Uh, I'm serious man)
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
(Uh)
Now I'm a paraplegic and I know why
(Ha ha ha, why man?)

Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high

I was gonna pay my car and note until I got high
(Say what? Say what?)
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
(Uh uh)
Now the tow truck is pullin' away and I know why
(Why man?)

Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
(Ooh, I'm serious)
I was gonna eat your pussy too but then I got high
(Oh)
Now I'm jackin' off and I know why
(Ah, trying to shut off, ha ha ha)

Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high

I messed up my entire life because I got high
(Go go go)
I lost my kids and wife because I got high say
(What? Say what? Say what?)
Now I'm sleepin' on the side walk and I know why
(Why man? Yeah yeah)

Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high

I'ma stop singing this song because I'm high
(Raise the ceiling baby)
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
(Bring it back)
And if I don't sell one copy, I'll know why
(Why man? Yeah)

'Cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high
La la da da da da la da da da shoobe do be do wa
Skibitty do da da da la get jiggy with it scubbydooby wa

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Everybody Getting High - Lyrics - Goddess In The Doorway - Mick Jagger

Title: Everybody Getting High
Album: Goddess In The Doorway
Artist: Mick Jagger
Composer(s): Michael (Mick) Jagger

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Lyric:
Everybody getting high
High high high high high high
Everybody getting high
High high high high high high

Here comes the writer
He's got the script right in his hand
Talkin to the actress
While she's checking out the band
Her name is pretty
But not the boils on her face
I feel like running
But there's no hiding place

Everybody getting high
High high high high high high
Everybody getting high
High high high high high high

My dress designers
They want to doll me up in blue
Pretty next fall's collection
They want to show it in the zoo

Everybody getting high
High high high high high high
Everybody getting
Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly

What are you doing here
To all these dogs you're just a bone
Before you throw up honey
Just grab your coat
And kiss your goodbyes
I'm gonna take you take you home

I'm checking out the kung fu actor
Boy is he way up his ass
He won't even talk to me
But he wants to show me
How to dance

Everybody getting high
High high high high high high
And I sit and wonder why
Why why why why why why
Cause everybody wants to
Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly

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Sunset - Lyrics - Illuminati - Fatboy Slim

Title: Sunset
Album: Illuminati
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Robbie Krieger, John Densmore, Norman Cook, Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek

Lyric:
Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
In the summer sky, flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
Gently pass on by, flying high

Flying high, flying high
Flying high, flying high
Flying high, flying high

Take me on your flight
Flying high

Flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
In the summer sky, flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
Gently pass on by, flying high

Flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
In the summer sky, flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
Flying high, flying high

Bird of prey, bird of prey
Gently pass on by, flying high

Flying high, flying high
Flying high, flying high
Flying high, flying high

Take me on your flight
Flying high

Flying high, flying high
Flying high, flying high
Flying high, flying high

In the summer sky, flying high

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52 - Cartoon Network - Lyrics - It's Pronounced Five Two - Kj

Title: 52 - Cartoon Network
Album: It's Pronounced Five Two
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Todd V Collins, Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high, down

Now, I was just walking through cartoon land
When all of a sudden I ran into Sponge Bob square pants
He was chilling with the Power Puff Girls and Spider man
Driving down Sesame Street with Scooby Doo in a mini van

He was rocking to the beat driving as fast as they can
They almost ran over Ren and Stimpy and He-Man
I yelled at them slow down but they didn't understand
They said they heading over to a free hip-hop jam

And over in the park let me catch a ride then
I got in picked up Bart Simpson kept driving
Got to the spot and the party was live and
At the open mic contest Bevis and Butt Head was rhyming

I was like them kids is wack give me just a try
And waited patiently till it was just my time
And I told the crowd make noise get ya, hands high
And this is what I said when I grabbed on the mic I told 'em

Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high

Now, said to the crowd, my name's KJ-52
And I came to get down I got something to say to you
Understand what I mean even if you're a cartoon
Jesus reigns supreme that's how my team comes through

And then all of a sudden these wannabe Hard Dudes
From South Park walk up just talk 'nd smack too
And the Smurfs backed them up I guess they was just a crew
They said, let's battle fool, I said, check it out Fu
You're five inch tall plus ya, crew is all blue
I'd prized up on y'all if I just bettled you

They said la, la, la
That's all you ever say dude
And just right then just the crowd started to boo
Them right off the stage but I knew just what to do
I told D.J.Voltron just on the ones and two's
Man kick the beat check it out this is how I'm rocking you, common

Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high

Now the crowd started cheering the party was slamming
The Thunder Cats and Pokemon they was break dancing
Transformers hopped in and started pop locking
G.I.Joe and Johnny Bravo chilling and just watching

I stayed on the mic and kept the speakers knocking
Letting them know that Christ was the reason that I'm dropping
All the world's life need the reason why I'm rocking
I could go on all night and just keep on talking

But just right then Power Rangers started walking
Up, on the stage and said, I won the open mic and
As I reached to get my trophy and just claim my prize and
Well, out of nowhere well this is what happened

Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high, down

Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high

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Touch The Sky - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Touch The Sky
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, K Harrold, J Harrold, M Bernard

Lyric:
Man, I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

R.I.P. to 2Pac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga, roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

You wan' dance, let's dance, nigga, I take you to the prom
I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm, nigga
My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man
My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand

I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy
Your fate, your death day to fuckin?, come if you push me
Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow
I get low, they say I go like a pro

It's a wrap, and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach
You've been clapped and in fact there's no comin? back from that
I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed
Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley

Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone
?Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long
So when I'm right I'm right and when I'm wrong I'm right
I hit your ass up right, nigga, it's nighty night

Man, I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

R.I.P. to 2Pac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga, roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

Aiyyo, I'm higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man
Beat the case, I lie on the polygram
These O.G.'s talkin 'bout, back in the days
I have a R.I.P. sign on your MySpace page

I'm in your top 8, nigga, drop 8, nigga
GCT Coupe, it's sour grape, nigga
I'm a ape, nigga, a guerilla in the mist
I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks

I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars
Same house and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fuckin? an R 'n' B bitch
Damn, you look good girl, but get your teeth fixed

I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy
Your next two songs, you do them shits with Pretty Ricky
Seven-sixty, drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip lookin? like flint

Man, I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

R.I.P. to 2Pac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga, roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

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I Got A Right Ta - Lyrics - Electric Circus - Common

Title: I Got A Right Ta
Album: Electric Circus
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Lonnie Lynn

Lyric:
Yeah, hah, yeah, we got, ah, ha
Y'all cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude
Pass the booze, and let's build on it
I'm rolling in a Cadillac with the grill fronted
I ain't even smoke no mo' but I feel blunted

Yo I'm tokin' on the freedom
Stepping to the A.M., cats be tokin' in the P.M.
Tell the players I'm the G.M.

Told my team let me get my plays straight, I'ma feed them
They need me like I need them
See the streets is bleedin'

Had to meet with my mind and ? To be defined and
Stay on my climb
I'm grinding, 'til I get blue balls
Everyday, same shit new star

Don't make me act like where I come from because he grew tall
There's a place that to run from it if you neutral
Hustlers and vogues, customers and smokes
I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I wrote

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I'm the only cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop
Connect, get up to the ghetto and get props
If you gonna get that kick-a-box, make sure that, not
If you gonna get that glock don't be scared to big shot

Hip Hop is changin', y'all want me to stay the same?
Sorta like Barkley on how I see the game
I recognize game like a scout
Ayo, I'm bound to wreck your lady as I turn your lady out

I ain't about that messing with no other man's women
Because of jealousy then a man go under
Understand a man and his mental
Listening, to Joan Mitchell with the fan and the window

Can it be so simple then?
I rock, rock ports, you rock Timberlands
I want a Rover, but I'm thinking long range
I ain't switch over, I just made my own lane, Charlie I wanna

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

Like a pimp to a hoe I connect to the track
I feel it in my neck and my back
A thug came to me, said it changed his life
Said the love of his life, he used to bang to the light

I'm tryin' to do better
I ain't claiming Mister Right
I'm a grown man, I'm too old to fist-fight
I stay on point like trick dice

Tweaking like the sound man who need to switch mike
Sounding bitch like
I know the block is hot, but we just can't get ice
When our children's children sit nice?

I sing the song to make the fiend's strong
King Kong ain't got shit on me
I train days to rip emcees, I'm peaking

But I still gotta get that cheese
You on some monkey ball damn chimpanzees
Mobbin' through the Chi-Town to feel the breeze, yo

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

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High - Lyrics - Postcards from Heaven - Lighthouse Family

Title: High
Album: Postcards from Heaven
Artist: Lighthouse Family
Composer(s): Emmanuel Baiyewu, Paul Tucker

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Lyric:
When you're close to tears remember
Someday it'll all be over
One day we're gonna get so high

Though it's darker than December
What's ahead is a different color
One day we're gonna get so high

And at the end of the day remember the days
When we were close to the end
And wonder how we made it through the night

The end of the day remember the way
We stayed so close till the end
We'll remember it was me and you

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

Don't you think it's time you started
Doing what we always wanted
One day we're gonna get so high

'Cause even the impossible
Is easy when we got each other
One day we're gonna get so high

And at the end of the day remember the days
When we were close to the end
And wonder how we made it through the night

The end of the day remember the way
We stayed so close till the end
We'll remember it was me and you

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

And at the end of the day remember the days
When we were close to the end
And wonder how we made it through the night

The end of the day remember the way
We stayed so close till the end
We'll remember it was me and you

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

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Get Yourself High - Lyrics - Chemical Brothers

Title: Get Yourself High
Artist: Chemical Brothers
Composer(s): Kevin Deron Brereton, Thomas Owen Rowlands, Edmund John Simons

Lyric:
Just get yourself high, just get yourself high
Just get yourself high, just get yourself high
Just get yourself high

Don't rely on this, to get you high
Don't rely on us, to get you high

Wait, hold up, electrify, death defy, elect the high, connect the sky
To the sensei, blade keeps spinning
All around the world, but the world keeps sining
I've been in crazy situations
Since I've learned the art of watching patience
Big shout to the hip hop nation, just dance with elation yeah

Don't rely on this, to get you high
Don't rely on us, to get you high

Yo, put the needle on the record, here we go again
It's the brand new funk for real
Mass appeal, it's everlasting asking you forecasting direction
Insurrection is served on a twelve inch platter
Mostly incorrect data, over matter

Is a mind that you'll find, it's design is international rational
Back in the day we listened to rap, Bill Gates in the backpack
Yo, try many styles for the three one, the center by intern
Would rather be one two you can watch what you do
And live in the now but believe there's only a few
Sometimes you've got to get inside to get it high

You don't know, you don't know, you don't know
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know
You don't know, you don't know

Don't rely on us, to get you high
Don't rely on this, to get you high
Don't rely on us, to get you high
Don't rely on this, to get you high

Just get yourself high, just get yourself high
Just get yourself high, just get yourself high
Just get yourself high, just get yourself high
Just get yourself high, just get yourself high

Just get yourself high, just get yourself high
Just get yourself high, just get yourself high
Just get yourself high, just get yourself high
Just get yourself high, just get yourself high
Just get yourself high, just get yourself high

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Get High Tonight - Lyrics - When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Get High Tonight
Album: When Disaster Strikes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): George L Spivey, Harry Wayne Casey, Trevor Smith, Richard Raymond Finch

Lyric:
Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight
Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight

Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight
Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight

Before I set it off and show what I'm gonna do to ya
Possess the bomb chocolate from off Lynden and Utica
My real live niggas in the place and no queen
Wave your splif high, son, fuck the bullshit

When your arms are open, my palms release the bomb
Reviving the alarm, my word is bond, scream at niggas
Through the intercom, up to date, let's roller skate, yo, my whole squad
Smoking, ain't straight unless we smoking at eight, high rate

I always produce the potion, weed smoking got me
Moving slow motion like we floating on relax ocean
All my peeps who feel high, don't want you darking shades
There's to much smoke up in your eye

Keep it swinging, listen to all of my bells ringing
My get high has niggas wanting to start singing
I said this goes out to those that smoke out the bong
And all my bitches in the place who roll they own draws

Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight
Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight

Yo, bounce back, you just caught the contact African black
Overreact charge, I'm 'bout to bench the whole wack
Must interact on every track, blow this spot down
Niggas, break fool and smoke across the world almanac

My sons that don't smoke and get high drinking Cognac
Hennessey, Cristal but wait, what's going on with dat?
With the deal done sometimes, I sip Jamaican white rum
Taste with a little milk, I know y'all niggas want some

Represent where you from needing some tic tacs and gum
So a nigga breath don't blah, get high then I get fly
When I be shopping at the atrium, smoking in the center
Of Yankee Stadium, stand strong, yes, we rock on and on

The Flipmode stamps all of my songs
They get a place them niggas must perform
Smoke till your brain fry, so high
You can't open your eye, my niggas need to just

Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight
Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight

Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight
Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight

Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight
Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye
Get high tonight, get high tonight

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High - Lyrics - 2 For 1 Special - Jimmies Chicken Shack

Title: High
Album: 2 For 1 Special
Artist: Jimmies Chicken Shack
Composer(s): James E Mcdonough, James R Davies Jr.

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Lyric:
What mood is that you wear this time?
Why do you get high to change the seat you're in?
In time you won't come back again

What mood is that you wear this time?
Why do you get high to change the seat you're in?
In time you won't come back again

High, high, high
High, high, high, high

Make light of the weight, time off from hell
"I could be in", these are the words you say

What mood is that you wear this time?
Why do you get high?
To change my seat and complicate things

High, high, high
High, high, high, high

What does it take to get you high?
What will it take to get me high?
What does it take to get us high?
Whatever it takes to get you

High, high, high
You don't like me when I'm high
High, high high, high high

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Most High - Lyrics - Love & War - Jerzee Monet

Title: Most High
Album: Love & War
Artist: Jerzee Monet
Composer(s): Tyrice D. Jones, Tanisha Carey

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Lyric:
Yo, if you don't know what the love means to me
Things change and rearrange, friends aren't friends anymore
People go behind your back to score on anything
Will we ever have peace? Someone tell me please

Now you will see on the block, kids playin' hearin' gunshots
Never phased by the crimes that they witness
Follow me and come and see how I got this way

Young mama right there
Don't be cussin' at your kids right there
Put the right foundation right here, teach respect
So they can be, most high, most high

Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky
Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky

Brother why you act that way?
(Why you actin' that way?)
Call your girl woman not her name
Bringin' kids in the world unclaimed
You should know that don't make you a man at all, not at all

Young father out there, listen up
Don't abandon your seed out there, show we care
Let's get one thing clear, for real
Family should be, most high, held high

Most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky
Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky

It doesn't matter where you are
You're still a shinin' star, for real
It doesn't matter where you're from
(It doesn't matter where you're from)
Let's give love to everyone
(Start showin' more love)

Hustlers put down your guns, put 'em down
Self respect is the best weapon
Spread love show your real value
Set a true example by startin' with you

See them kids right there
Don't be shootin' 'round them kids right there
Gotta show there is hope out here
Train yourself you can be most high

Start showin' more love

Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky
Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky

It doesn't matter where you are
You're still a shinin' star
It doesn't matter where you're from
Let's give love to everyone
Start showin' more love

Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky
Most high, most high

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Most High (Remix) - Lyrics - Love & War - Jerzee Monet

Title: Most High (Remix)
Album: Love & War
Artist: Jerzee Monet
Composer(s): Tyrice D. Jones, Tanisha Carey

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Lyric:
Yo, if you don't know what the love means to me
Things change and rearrange, friends aren't friends anymore
People go behind your back to score on anything
Will we ever have peace? Someone tell me please

Now you will see on the block, kids playin' hearin' gunshots
Never phased by the crimes that they witness
Follow me and come and see how I got this way

Young mama right there
Don't be cussin' at your kids right there
Put the right foundation right here, teach respect
So they can be, most high, most high

Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky
Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky

Brother why you act that way?
(Why you actin' that way?)
Call your girl woman not her name
Bringin' kids in the world unclaimed
You should know that don't make you a man at all, not at all

Young father out there, listen up
Don't abandon your seed out there, show we care
Let's get one thing clear, for real
Family should be, most high, held high

Most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky
Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky

It doesn't matter where you are
You're still a shinin' star, for real
It doesn't matter where you're from
(It doesn't matter where you're from)
Let's give love to everyone
(Start showin' more love)

Hustlers put down your guns, put 'em down
Self respect is the best weapon
Spread love show your real value
Set a true example by startin' with you

See them kids right there
Don't be shootin' 'round them kids right there
Gotta show there is hope out here
Train yourself you can be most high

Start showin' more love

Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky
Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky

It doesn't matter where you are
You're still a shinin' star
It doesn't matter where you're from
Let's give love to everyone
Start showin' more love

Most high, most high, most high
Like an angel in the sky
Most high, most high

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High On A Mountain Top - Lyrics - Loretta Lynn

Title: High On A Mountain Top
Artist: Loretta Lynn
Composer(s): Patsy Lynn Brutto, Loretta Lynn

Lyric:
High on a mountain top
We live, we love and we laugh a lot
Folks up here know what they got
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top

Where the rest of the world's
Like a little bitty spot
I ain't comin' down, no, never I'm not
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top

Where I come from the mountain flowers grow wild
The blue grass sways like it's goin' out of style
God fearin' people simple and real
'Cause up on the ridge, folks that's the deal

Well, my daddy worked down in the dark coal mine
Shovelin' that coal one shovel at a time
Never made a lot money didn't have much
But we're high on life and rich in love

High on a mountain top
We live, we love and we laugh a lot
Folks up here know what they got
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top

Where the rest of the world's
Like a little bitty spot
I ain't comin' down, no, never I'm not
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top

Well, down in the holler lived my uncle Joe
He'd pull out his fiddle and rosin' his bow
We'd all sing and dance and we ain't gonna stop
And the moon shine flows behind every rock

High on a mountain top
We live, we love and we laugh a lot
Folks up here know what they got
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top

Where the rest of the world's
Like a little bitty spot
I ain't comin' down, no, never I'm not
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top

Well, we lay on our backs and we count the stars
'Cause up here folks Heaven's not that far

High on a mountain top
We live, we love and we laugh a lot
Folks up here know what they got
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top

Where the rest of the world's
Like a little bitty spot
I ain't comin' down, no, never I'm not
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top

High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top
High on a mountain top

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Let'S All Get High - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Let'S All Get High
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Roger Troutman, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the funk bandit's back
With more bounce to the ounce, it's the brat tat tat tat
The funk-keeper Competition's sweet but known for makin'
Speakers bleed smokin haloweed, givin' you what 'cha need

Indeed I'm nice, jewelery full of ice
The industry ain't been the same since I came to sprinkle my spice
Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted, recognize the gifted
And how there's no fuckin' around in the west-side district

Get it twisted, if you wanna choose your destiny
Leave all that simple shit at home and bring your fuckin' best to me
'Cause right here playtime stops, okay, rhymes flop and all that
Real-deal shit hits tops, see I'm the cream of the crop

Head bitch in charge and there ain't nothin' or nobody
That I've barred thus far, repertoire full of wicked shit
Lay back kick a shit, all the right shit to give a nigga a hit

If you let's nothin' hold you back and your limit is the sky
Put your hands in the air, let's all get high
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound

If you let's nothin' hold you back and your limit is the sky
Put your hands in the air, let's all get high
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back with the brat, just get on down
(Now, roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together)

Now, how high can you go 'cause you know we can choke
Take it slow, we smokin' junk 'cause you rollin' wit Moe
We havin' a celebration, we doin' this all night
If you wanna get away, you can play 'em other times

And don't forget my niggas be doin' this shit the thuggish way
We have you thuggin' where the thug lately? We Krayzie
And niggas don't drop we got the bud blaze-ay
So if you get out, better get with this crowd

I bet you wanna get weeded, fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland
Stay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazin' we fiendin'
Now, can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo Thugs
My squad and yo posse my nigga we goin' be alright

So come around everybody, party down get down
And let that real shit hit yo' chest 'cause I know when I get that hydro
Your nigga thugsta come and give me some love
But somebody bang and slang yo' dog with couple of thugs from the cut

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, we go whatever
We could all get high, get high
The shit we keep to get you hypnotized
Ain't nobody dealin' with me
My nigga J can get his smoke on man
'Cause if we go broke, you won't feel bad

Yeah, but there's enough hundreds for that
To never happen in action, certified platinum slashin' bastards
Draw shit faster than Eastwoods, I wish you could be like me
I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see

These synthetic niggas usually smoke reefers with my peeps
Get deeper than any bitch, watch me and yo' nigga creep
Sky's the limits, damn them lights 'cause Krayzie got the Hydro
Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow

We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with
Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit spend
You better light a splife and mind yo' motherfuckin' business
Or get that ass put in the witness protection program

Till I'm finished, diminished, your entourage is my level
Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil
Pushin' custom drop-tops, keep Segante' in the glove box
Puffin' with crooked cops and can't nuthin' hold me back
'Cause nigga my shit don't stop

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
I think you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
We can all get high, get high, get high
All get high, get high, get high

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
I think you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
We can all get high, get high, get high
And all get high, get high, get high

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
I think you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
We can all get high, get high, get high
All get high, get high, get high

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
I think you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
We can all get high, get high, get high
And all get high, get high, get high

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
I think you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly

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Die High - Lyrics - Use Your Brain - Clawfinger

Title: Die High
Album: Use Your Brain
Artist: Clawfinger
Composer(s): Erlend Ottem, Joakim Skog, Zak Tell, Bard Torstensen

Lyric:
Going down slow, how low can you get
Before you break yourself and wake up in a sweat
On the killing floor with the damage done
You can pity yourself but your race is run

You can climb the walls without reaching the top
And the higher you feel the further you drop
But you just want to get high, going one step further
Slipping down the line, you're living your life on borrowed time

How much abuse can you take from yourself
Is your addiction worth more than life itself
When you make the bet you have to pay the debt
And if you're lucky you can live
With your own regret or you can get high

Get high, push your luck to the limit
You're gonna die high
Get high if you think you can win it
You're gonna die high

Don't lie 'cause you're stuck right in it
You're gonna die high
Get high, why the fuck are you in it?
You're gonna die high

There's a lot of good reasons but no excuse
You can never justify your drug abuse
You can legalize the hit but the problems remain
You still feel like shit the effect's the same
You're wasting your time with that fucking crap
The choice is yours and I can give you that
And you still want to get high

Get high, push your luck to the limit
You're gonna die high
Get high if you think you can win it
You're gonna die high

Don't lie 'cause you're stuck right in it
You're gonna die high
Get high, why the fuck are you in it?
You're gonna die high

You can never rely on the drugs you buy
You can never deny all the tricks you try
You can do anything just to get your fix
You can try anything just to get your kicks

You don't hesitate to cheat or lie
And bad excuse is a good alibi
You say you hate yourself and you want to die
But it's all the same you still want to get high

Get high, push your luck to the limit
You're gonna die high
Get high if you think you can win it
You're gonna die high

Don't lie 'cause you're stuck right in it
You're gonna die high
Get high, why the fuck are you in it?
You're gonna die high

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New Thing - Lyrics - Enuff Z'Nuff

Title: New Thing
Artist: Enuff Z'Nuff
Composer(s): Donald E. Vandevelde, Gregory Rybarski

Lyric:
Information came about her
Suddenly I live without her
Turn my stereo up louder
I don't wanna hear about her

Took myself a small vacation
Kind of an investigation
Checking out a new sensation
Finding much invigoration

Hand is on the buzzer
And I'm walking through the door

Get high on a new thing
Get high on a new thing
Get high, high on a new thing

Everybody wants to find it
Just they're all so narrow minded
See a hill, they've got to climb it
May be pots of gold behind it

Worry, worry is your answer
If you like your wrinkles faster
Nursing old things make them last
The way we did it in the past

Everybody telling you
You ain't got no respect

Get high on a new thing
Get high on a new thing
Get high, high on a new thing

Suicide don't make it
'Cause you're lonely in the end

Get high on a new thing
Get high on a new thing
Get high, high, high
High on a new thing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On a new thing

On a new thing
(Get high, get high, so high)
On a new thing
(So high, so high, let's get high)
On a new thing
(So high, so high, so high)
On a new thing
(So high, so high, so high)
On a new thing
(Let's get high)
On a new thing

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