[Verse 1: Dizzle Morrison] High fives to the High achievers in a Mindstate that high society's even with ya Even with your shades on and blindfolds You're drawing success and I can see the picture Clear as day what I say's like Mary Jane Took the high road and trying to fill every lane Til they fill up, everybody get up and holler out Hoe happiness over everything The joy of bringing joy to yall city Is like a natural high ride the clouds with me We're milking the game, come have a cow with me Making bu*ter off what I "utter", no cow's titty Dope right- I gets em high for sure If you listen long enough bet your mind would grow Lyrical paraphernalia is all I know So get high on this potent little rhyme I wrote [Chorus: Dizzle Morrison] We Get High Whenever we're feeling low We Get High with no crack or no smack or no coke or no smoke (They're saying) How you get High If you ain't talking bout dope We get high when I write and I let em get a hit of what I wrote We Get High [Verse 2: Dizzle Morrison] High off life, High as a kite High off seeing Lamborghini's with the white on white High off having girls on me like white on rice Or having full control over my own life Never reserved n***a, I'm word flipper Connected with other stars to paint a perfect picture
Stars are aligning like prophecy in the scriptures Look in the sky and see us, the “Big Dipper” I'm motivated, opposed to haters Revolutionary's Mind, wardrobe of skaters Gift of gab by design, I'm the mold for players Thought you had it covered I'm exposing layers They all hate ‘cause, they taking a pay cut My sh** is steaming they're catching the vapors Pissed off as HELL when they look at their pay stubs I'm looking in the mirror like, ni**a WE pay us [Chorus] [Verse 3: Dizzle Morrison] High off gear, High off coupes High off green, I know they probably like AW SHOOT The hook said you ain't smoke, well it's partially true But on occasion, you'd probably think I was Snoop I pull out my joint roller fill it up with trees Roll up a baby joint and pull it out of the stroller Enter the solar-system get blitzed then It's back to grinding like molars No sir, it's not an everyday thing But I swear that it brings me closer To Jehovah, forgive my over-an*lysis I'm just hoping to get closure To whatever got me feeling low Always next to beef like a dinner roll STILL, life is beautiful as a center fold And when you live it to the fullest you can “feel” it more [Chorus]