The Highest - Stalley, Crystal Torres

I’m laying around smoking a pound

Staring at my shorty as she laying down

Perfect angel, perfect figure

She rollin' up another Swisher

Man, this a perfect picture, we can Instagram that

Show the world how we lay back, we vibin' to this Womack

I pull her hair, she love that, she like to play the cat games

But she don’t like the pet names

She prefer to be called Queen

So I treat her the same way

This not your typical love, it’s not your typical fantasy

This union here, started a family

My top canidate, these girls can’t compete

The polls is closed, they can’t walk in the open-toes

Sit in the two-seater, smokin' O’s

Birkin and Céline, she got both of those

And, she don’t care about either

She, more concerned if I leave here

I’m, more concerned about reefer

Man I ain’t going nowhere

I know it’s cheaper to keep her

And she don’t do no wrong, and she be home

Every time I need her, can’t always vent through the speaker

Or share my feelings to the world, so she’s my secret keeper

She knows all my vices, all my life crisis

She’s my perfect sidekick, my hybrid

When I feel like I’m dying, my Heimlich

She gives me another life, it’s amazing and priceless

The highest

You know you get me the highest baby

You know you take to higher places

You know you get me the highest baby

I know your only mistress is Mary Jane

Mary Jane (x3)

She seems to be all that I think about

All I fiend for, all I’m seeking out

She gives me cottonmouth and green tipped fingers

Keeps me sane and at ease around these fake niggas

With her, I don’t take pictures

She’s more my private thing

In public we don’t ever hang

I take her on my private plane

30 feet up higher mane

Paper planes and pink champagne

I had her out in East LA

With my main Mexican Jose

Cuervo in my Chevrolet, seven tray

Blasting Michelle Olé

Slow motion, switching lanes

Up on three wheels, tilting frame

This is how I deal with fame, Mary Jane

Comfort me from all this pain

Please don’t talk, just listen babe

This is what I’m missing babe

Your purple lips, your brown frame

White clouds surround me

You take me to a different place than anyone around me

Never share you, keep you to myself

No one else can try this, the highest