How High

I can't see Heaven but I think it's up there somewhere
 I feel closer to the devil 'cause they say he lives down under
 But if I could fly a thousand miles to chill with the man himself
 I'd probably roll up one big fat one and say thanks for creative help
 But how high do I gotta get to see angels in the sky
 How much smoke I gotta blow to move the clouds to see your side
 How many nights I gotta pray, how many Sunday's I gotta go
 How many joints, how many miles, and how high, how high do I gotta go
 Sometimes when I'm walkin' I get goosebumps on my skin
 'Cause I feel like somethin's stalkin' and tryna walk on my heels
 And then my spine gets some chills when I'm strollin' rivers and hills
 And hoppin' barbed wire fences just to come see what the deal is
 Fuck the devil, I'ma rob him with six rounds and a steel
 Cut his head off, mount it on the wall by all of my deer
 Fuckin' punk, gimme that fiddle so I can leave and go pawn it
 Hit downtown and buy some seeds and go and grow me some chronic
 Yeah, I'm always rollin' stoned but now I'm tryna take flight
 And smoke a joint with old Jesus and grow some wings over night
 Yeah, watch me cut donuts in clouds, past the gates made of gold
 You shoulda known my soul was too priceless to ever be sold
 I can't see Heaven but I think it's up there somewhere
 I feel closer to the Devil 'cause they say he lives down under
 But if I could fly a thousand miles to chill with the man himself
 I'd probably roll up one big fat one and say thanks for creative help
 But how high do I got to get to see angels in the sky
 How much smoke I gotta blow to move the clouds to see your side
 How many nights I gotta pray, how many Sunday's I gotta go
 How many joints, how many miles, and how high, how high do I gotta go
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