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diamond miller - pothead friends lyrics

[intro]
okay private miller, you’ve been smoking item 9 for 7 minutes and 13 seconds. we’re going to ask you several questions. how do you feel?

well sir, i feel like a slice of b-tter melting on top of a big ole pile of flapjacks

private miller, when you think of your superiors, what emotions do you feel? okay, private miller?

[verse 1: millz]
n-ggas smoking mid saying they getting the highest
me and mary jane got a mutual alliance
say she rolling with me till the death, smoking loud
so strong make these n-ggas go deaf, take a breath
‘fore you inhale the potent, it’s unbelievable
smoke every day, it’s a ritual, never getting old
n-gga swear i love it to my soul, and any kind of way, hash brownies or the bowl
mary jane take a toke on my bank roll, have a n-gga broke
but it’s worth it though, higher than a field goal post
never got to boast but your high my all time low
smoke gas like texaco, you got oregano
mine hairy like a ‘fro, cause that’s just how i pick it
i get dumb high smoking on that london tipton
pull on the bong then i rip it, i’m tripping, and you don’t want to see me when i’m sipping, no kicking
i get out of control, sometimes i be chilling
but i prefer higher than the ceiling
getting medicated like i’m on some penicillin
and if you don’t smoke, you don’t know what i’m feeling

[hook: millz]
getting high, it’s what i do
getting high, it’s what i do
getting high, it’s what i do
and my pothead friends do the same thing too
getting high, it’s what i do
getting high, it’s what i do
getting high, it’s what i do
and my pothead friends do the same thing too

[verse 2: millz]
walk into the cl-ss smelling like a pound of reefer
my whole d-mn cl-ss like “oh, mama mía!”
the princ-p-l was trynna send me home but i put on that cologne so he must leave me alone
i ain’t messing with n0body, i’m in my own zone
why he mad cause i smoke that tree right into my dome?
when i smoke louder than a motherf-cking megaphone
maybe he just mad cause he smoking on a lower tone
don’t take it out on me, i’ll hook you up with my connect
and he might just hook you up if you show him some respect
see, when you smoking good you feel it all up in your chest
if you smoking on the best, we can match; that’s a bet
smoking on that bob marley, we getting h-lla gnarly
and i’m the golden child, word to my boy jacori
i roll up the dank then i p-ss that sh-t to frank
put that green in the body like deposits in the bank, never take a break

[hook]

[outro]
why can’t we be out in the open? why aren’t we in a square right now, why aren’t we talking to people, letting them know item 9 exists? get it out! shout at the rooftops, this is great! this is the bee’s knees, item 9!

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