Yeah, uh
Yeah!

(Verse 1)
I got a high top pair of Chucks that I’m rocking.
Snapback sox hat, bout to get it popping.
Looking out the window, Civic in my driveway.
Scotts in the car, we’re gonna hit it on the highway.
Cop a bag of buds cuz It’s noon on a Friday.
Paul Wall nuggets man, they leave me sitting sideways
I paid, so I’ll pack a chillum in the car.
Cruse around suburban neighborhoods until the green is charred.
Cash it out, while the speakers start blastin’ Wiz Khalifa.
The reefer takes effect and we enjoy our time of leisure.
Singing “Ink My Whole Body, I don’t give a motherfuck”
Feeling so fly, man you know we’re living it up.
As I turn to him and ask...

(HOOK)
Can we get much higher?

(Verse 2)
Playing Xbox 360 all day long.
As we take another hit from the perculator bong.
We channel Cypress Hill, you can call me B-Real.
People smelling sour shit through the zip-loc seal.
Man, you know my spiel, V-neck smells like trees.
And I ain’t a Jet Lifer, but I got that steeze.
Turn the xbox off cuz we’re headed to the liquor store.
Why the hell would Lupe ask, “what you drinking liquor for?”
Cuz it gets us drunk, that the words that he will never say.
Yeah I know he’s muslim, but I ain’t religious anyway.
I don’t give a fuck, red cup with captain in it.
Roll another blunt, cuz you know I’m always sinning.
Weed and liquor bitch, you can say that I’m Bi-Winning.
Getting all this hate from people that barely know me.
But they’re all just phonies, and phonies can blow me.
So I light the OG and pass it to my homie.
He takes a hit and asks…

(HOOK)
Can we get much higher?

(Verse 3)
The party’s winding down cuz the booze is all diminished.
The bottles might be empty but this shit is far from finished.
We crack our last beers and walk out onto the deck.
Straight up chillin’ with the regular set.
They’re all I need, and you ain’t even close to a threat
And That’s something you should never forget
Yet, you won’t remember shit because you’re lacking respect
All your insignificant chirps, they really don’t affect me,
they only redirect me, keep trying to dissect me.
All I can tell you is that you do it incorrectly.
So I turn my nose up and spit it more intensly
Dreaming bout the day where I’ll be riding in my Bentley
Smoking dolja in the back because the driver lets me.
He don’t give a fuck man, and neither do I
Catch me rocking Wayfarers so they can’t see my eyes
And as I snap back to reality, I look to the sky
Coming down from the high, but my dreams I won’t ditch
Yeah my pockets might be empty, but I’m lyrically rich.
I’m that half assed student sitting out on the porch
While I watch the sun rise as it ignites like a torch.
Wake and baking on the roof until we’re all good and scorched.
And I can’t help but ask myself…

(HOOK)
Can we get much higher?