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    "Good Times" Lyrics

    Scarub

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    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 (Every day)
    I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
    I get high - high - high - high (All the time)
    High-ighhhhhhh...

    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 (whew)
    And I'd rather roll somethin up; cause if I'm sober dawg
    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 (it happen tonight)
    So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could (uh-huh)
    You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood

    I get high - high - high - high (Every day)
    I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
    I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time)
    HIGH on your memory... (Every day)
    I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
    I get high - high - high - high (All the time)
    I get high - high - high - high
    High-ighhhhhhh...

    Aiyyo I smoke like a chim-in-ney {*inhaling*}
    Matter 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 (Every day)
    I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
    I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time)
    HIGH on your memory... (Every day)
    I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
    I get high - high - high - high (All the time)
    I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*)
    High-ighhhhhhh...

    I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse; I'm from a era where
    niggaz cause terror over guns and crack
    Where a doller bill is powerful; I smoke weed cause
    time seem precious, and I, know what a hour do (I know dat)
    High for a livin, gots ta, ride for a livin
    With my, real gangsta niggaz that'll die for a livin (die my niggaz)
    Shit I get as high as I could; cause if you see things
    like I see things, that I'ma die in the hood (right there)
    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 (anybody)
    This is S.P., dump it in you bitch, I get high

    I get high - high - high - high (Every day)
    I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
    I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time)
    HIGH on your memory... (Every day)
    I get high - high - high - high (I am the Ghost)
    I get high - high - high - high (Float with me)
    I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory
    I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like birds to planes)
    I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory"
    I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like, smokin dubs to the head)
    I get high - high - high - high
    High-ighhhhhhh...
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Qaadir Atkinson, Laron James.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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