Good Times (I Get High) — текст песни (Styles)

{*sample from: I Get High (On Your Memory) by Freda Payne*}
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory
HIGH on your memory...

I get high - high - high - high (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get high - high - high - high (All the time)
High-ighhhhhhh... (*laughing*)

[Verse One]
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S.P.; the only flower that you know, with a bounce in a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I get, high cause I`m in the hood, the guns is around
It take a blunt, just to ease the pain that humbled me now (whew)
And I`d rather roll somethin up; cause if I`m sober dawg
I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up
I get high as a kite; I`m in the zone all alone
motherfucker case I`m dyin tonight (it happen tonight)
So I roll `em up, back to back, fat as I could (uh-huh)
You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood

[Chorus]
I get high - high - high - high (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time)
HIGH on your memory... (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get high - high - high - high (All the time)
I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*)
High-ighhhhhhh...

[Verse Two]
Aiyyo I smoke like a chim-in-ney {*inhaling*}
Matter fact I, smoke like a gun, when a killer see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did; add to that
that I smoke like the hippies did, back in the 70`s
Spit with the finishin touch - get this, that
I`ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged
I get a rush, off the blood on the walls, you understand?
Like the, M-5 pedal, when it`s touchin the floor
I get high cause fuck it, what`s better to do?
And I`ma never give a fuck (that`s right) cause I`m better than you

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I`ma smoke `til my lungs collapse; I`m from a era where
niggaz cause terror over guns and crack
Where a doller bill is powerful; I smoke weed cause
time seem precious, and I, know what a hour do (I know dat)
High for a livin, gots ta, ride for a livin
With my, real gangsta niggaz that`ll die for a livin (die my niggaz)
Shit I get as high as I could; cause if you see things
like I see things, that I`ma die in the hood (right there)
Motherfucker understand it`s full service to you
I don`t smoke the weed if it ain`t, purple or blue
And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die (anybody)
This is S.P., dump it in you bitch, I get high

[Outro]
I get high - high - high - high (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (Every night)
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time)
HIGH on your memory... (Every day)
I get high - high - high - high (I am the Ghost)
I get high - high - high - high (Float with me)
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory
I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like birds to planes)
I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory
I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like, smokin dubs to the head)
I get high - high - high - high
High-ighhhhhhh...