Too High - Leven Kali, Buddy

Said «there's only one thing to do»

When you think you’ve got, too high

Smoke again, smoke again

No there ain’t no feelin'

No feelin' like havin' one all to yourself

To call your own

To call your own, call your own, call your own

And there ain’t no feelin', mmm

When everybody else is hangin' 'round

Tryna get a piece of your thing (To get a piece of your thing)

Ay, ay

I got your message, I know you bottled it up

That’s old school

I’m textin' to let you follow and stuff

Once you let me inside I’ma hide the key

Baby I never leave, baby I never leave, ay

So lately I’ve been gettin' into Buddha and shit

You start laughin' and say that’s typical of one from my land

Let me find my third eye

Get some typical head

While I freestyle high, that’s a typical day

Said «there's only one thing to do»

When you think you’ve got, too high

Smoke again, smoke again

Yo, I just bought a dab rig (I just bought a dab rig)

I’m 'bout to load it up wit' wax and get higher than my dad did

Way before he had kids (Babies)

Somebody pass me the aux, we 'bout to listen to some Madlib

It’s America’s most blunted

I’m 'bout to roll another blunt, I need to smoke somethin'

I’m sick of hoes callin' when they don’t want nothin' (Ring)

Somebody roll a couple more and keep those comin'

Please, ring around a rosie

Smokin' on weed like a stogie

Nigga I’m livin' my life likes it golden

Everyone coughin' and chokin'

Nigga I’m blowin' it out in the open (Bitch)

Out on the ocean, we on a boat

And she got her titties exposed (Tits)

Nigga you know me, smokin' on OG

And this shit already blow

Hittin' the road, I’m ready to go

When she say her friends wanna roll

Smokin' back to back to back

We smokin' like ten in a row (Huh)

Couple to go, I’m looking up like «damn it, how many to go»?

You don’t even know

I said «there's only one thing to do»

When you think you’ve got, too high

Smoke again, smoke again (Yeah, roll another blunt)

They don’t take flights like this, high as a kite I’m is

And what I’m doin’s not to influence, don’t watch this kid

But with the spot I’m in, I need to calm my nerves

So get your eyes off mine and worry more 'bout yours

I’m crusin', for a bruisin'

This loud I chief the reason I can tune out all the bullshit

So let me roll one

Cheers to cash and abundance

And dance in the sand while the mountain range jam

To the sound, how that sound?