Trick Daddy Dollars

8 Ball

Trey Songz

We High

Good evening ladies and gentlemen

This is your captain speaking to ya

I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight

A flight that is promised to take you high

Way high up in the sky

So get out your blunts

Your dutchmasters

And your backwoods

And I’ll turn your seatbelt signs off



(Verse 1)

I only smoke the best bud

Jamaica and Bahamas got the best serve

yes sir

I can smoke

toke after toke

won’t give the triple choke

And it won’t hurt my throat

Nope

C****y eyed

just riding and vibing

On that real fire

Be high for two or three hours

And I’m cool wit A.I.

But hey

I ain’t too much into phillies

But split a dutch and I’ll refill it

And ain’t friendly so nope you can’t hit it

Good trees

your collard greens full of r****r seeds

You use too many chemicals

To much added stuff fool

That ain’t real kush

One joint of that G-14

Will have you higher than your highest dreams

Just float-ing

Not knowing if your coming or going

But when its partly cloudy

Get prepared for the storm and get high



(Chorus)

Roll up and feel the vibe

Lay back

enjoy the ride (enjoy the ride)

Inhale (inhale) deep inside

Exhale (exhale) we so high

X2



(Bridge)

In a short while

We’ll get our lovely lovely lovely stewardess comin through

With snacks and drinks

If anybody got cotton mouth or the munchies

(so high) (deep inside)

(we so high)

So ya’ll keep smoking that good good(deep inside)

Have you flyin home

(we so high)

high in the sky

(lay back enjoy the ride)



(Chorus)



(Verse 2)

Roll up a cigarillo

Fire it up and hit it

It feels so good man

It’s hard for me to quit it

MIA land of the palm trees

T double D came through with the bomb trees

And when a n***a inhale this

Gotta put my shades on

Get behind tint

In the clouds

Lookin down on the ground

8 ball

big, black, player from the mound

remember when I used to have them dime sacs

little circle by my house was the w**d trap

now my ziplock be full of bubble kush

funky like a broad b**hwhen she on d****e

fruit cocktail

you could tell by the smell

burn one let the whole club know I’m here

(Hey) lets fly tonight

come with your boy and get high tonight



(Bridge)

Feel the vibe

Ain’t nothing like being able to smoke some ol’ good good

(Deep inside)

and be way up here in the air

(we so high)

away from all the troubles

(feel the vibe)

problems that’s going on down there

(Deep inside)

in the real worldoh it feels good don’t it

(We so high)



(Chorus)



(Verse 3)

the only people I know who don’t smoke is

Jesus

CO

and my last P.O.

Yo but I ain’t on no papers no more

I ain’t gotta creep and sneak

at least not to blow

I spent my first two years getting high

Smoking dollar joints

rolled outta 1.5

That was round ’84 ‘85

Smoke all week for the dime

A n***a that live

Visine ain’t help clear up my eyes

Spray cologne on when it was time for me to go home

I been doin this for 20 years

I ain’t never seen or heard one man that weed done killed

So just chill

Take a puff here or there

To bring you a little down off your heels

After that go and eat you a meal

But you gon have to bathe you’re a** to get that smell out your hair



(Chorus)



(Outro)

Signing off yours truly

It’s the booger man himself

Well I can take you all across the world

Everywhere but the electric chair

Finna let you see everything

But the wind

But then again

You’ll never get high like this again