Big V aka Vito Banga - Get Me High lyrics

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Get me high, get me high, get me high, get me high

Make me laugh, make me laugh, make me cry, make me cry

Get me high, get me high, get me high, get me high

Make me laugh, make me laugh, make me cry, make me cry

Uh, a lot of things that I'll never be

Whole lot of places I'll never get to see

Crush crush weed, headed for my favorite pipe

What's dead that I love, can I bring it back to life?

Yeah, I'm drankin' on that crowd again

Got my eyes closed, staring at the town again

Friends and family are forever, I swear

If I don't say my prayers I'll end up having nightmares

Talked to Kentucky boy, say he miss a king green

I talked to my mother and she replied she missing me

Come up with a better plan, when you're chiefing better weed

Told myself the money talk she said nigger speak to me

Get me high, get me high, get me high, get me high

Make me laugh, make me laugh, make me cry, make me cry

Get me high, get me high, get me high, get me high

Make me laugh, make me laugh, make me cry, make me cry

Through a man shot his wife, in a six grind

Just for that fact cause judge didn't give him time

Why I don't see a bunch of us rise and fall

Jamie Fox gonna blame it on the alcohol

News flash about pain, I know the sword of the fiend

Beside, a school lunch, he ain't got shit to eat

Traffic through the night is what cocaine grants

Young boys with no choices fall victim to the game

Before they hit the station letting all veins

That's why I had to make an exit out the game

Stop plotting for real, now I'm just praying

For me to get out it's gonna take a lot of patience

Get me high, get me high, get me high, get me high

Make me laugh, make me laugh, make me cry, make me cry

Get me high, get me high, get me high, get me high

Make me laugh, make me laugh, make me cry, make me cry

3.5 on the scales, giving boys Hell

My Lord's prayer was don't let me go to jail

Eye 24, fucking with scales

Fool court pressure, every bucket nail

Fellas on the yard, can't believe I ain't jailed

Kites to the street, wishing me well

Explosive manner, wins all the battles

Toasting with my kids cost a hard time behind bars

Split another bar, honey in the best I got thanking Jesus Christ for every day I think I got

Mary, James lies passion when I see a mic

My teary eyes would energize, every time I write

Get me high, get me high, get me high, get me high

Make me laugh, make me laugh, make me cry, make me cry

Get me high, get me high, get me high, get me high

Make me laugh, make me laugh, make me cry, make me cry.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to georgesheardexpress9 for correcting these lyrics