Now I'm High, Really High

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Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 The indo's creating illusions
 The substance infesting my brain cell is causing confusion
 I picture teflon in slow motion
 Its piercing threw flesh and continues to cruising
 Wait think straight, don't haste, paste, penetrate
 Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn I think I'm crazed
 Terrors the error, no errors within my terror
 Are you scared of 6, double S'six demonically elegant elements
 A manic depressive aggressiveness, stress me bitch
 And you will feel the strength of my weapons kick
 Trickery, hickory dickory dock, I smoke top notch bud crop drop
 The D, the O, the P, the E, I need the B, the L, the U-N-T
 Because that green power flower got much love
 I tell you don't fuck with the triple six man 'cause you know that we on them drugs
 Damn, I'm going off with this blunt outer space rock
 Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin' out my mouth
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Who's that busting up in my do', was way too slow, I hit the flo'
 They shot up all my niggas in the kichen flipping dominos
 Blood all on my leg, I wiped this shit up to my fucking head
 Caught them trizzys slipping, buck them bust 'em bitches dead
 Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my broadies
 My momma said there be day like this but my daddy never told me
 And that's why I'm a hard lead twisting on my dreads
 I'm scared, a nigga dead, it's in my fuckin' head
 Thinking I would hesitate and wait to buck your bitches down
 Read up on my tis nigga 'cause I ain't no damn hologram
 But I'm clicking with that quickness like a sickness from that Triple 6
 Drop you winning a splander, cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmer's bitch
 Really high could curly spiring, a nigga tryna flex up this
 The motherfucker take you, get some up in your neck
 And when see you the Koopsta Knicca, he's a fucking redrum
 Run, run, run 'fore I leave your damn body numb
 Yeah it's Koopsta Knicca in this motherfucker
 I'd like to send this one out to
 The motherfuckin' niggas I kick it with
 Over North Memphis, South Memphis
 To all my motherfuckin' niggas I kick it with at Northside
 The real motherfuckers
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
 Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
 

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Duration
04:21
Key
2
Tempo
116 BPM

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