Super High

作曲：Wiz Khalifa

Rose going in

D d j pay over roll up

Don't hurt them son

You think you got the vine cause I rolled you a joint

I smoke with all mine baby girl

What's your point

Don't front you in the bag of a long line

Tryna get into his only members inside

Trees get twisted up like fingers and game size

Purple cushions broke

How far I fell from a grapevine

Super high from the free throw line

I'm ** the status glide ducking as pianized

Many of jealous eyes scrutinize the rise

But the jets in the outside

The curtains and the blinds it hurts to see me shine

That's why they frowning on the time

And they internet videos

Digital c b o's angry orangutans

Arranging my sneakers

I'm the action on the court

You the dumb stuck to the bleachers

I think I'm paul peers I think I'm rando

High off that headband you dying on that hydro

Cause we all chill

We are super higher

I thought of this fresh off a bomb

Rip my ** next to me getting undressed for me

Running back waterplaying our favorite songs

While I get another one lit

Don't usually smoke it all

But save the night so take a hit

That's understood from the smelling bout what I paid

You know it's good

Them ** with me they from the hood

Now we throw parties in the sky

I'm on the forty second floor now that's superfor high

Champagne more paper planes than you could fly

Them young ** fail soon as they try

When the paparazzi flash I be counting all this cash

Plotting a million

And how to build a mountain out of ** come on

Comes all these stars all around me

Put your eye to the sky that's where you

Cause we are we are super high yeah yeah rozay

I'm getting money no illuminati

My pain never went in vain is all over my body

Hit the ** in my misterkicking with my lil homies

I'm mister miyagi

I gotta buy my ** heat ya pound

Tweaking up by sneakers stab passing reef around

Spitting only lethal round speakers beating down

Not talking munchies when I say my ** eating now

Promoter game in forty thou I think we even now

Peanut a lot of paper smoke the garden of eden now

Huh taylor gang is

What we bleed about

Just setters in places you only read about

And I'll be where I go

The social will ask you where I get my soul

**es don't gotta guess