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nappy roots - spinach dip lyrics

[fish scales]
stilley…

[buffalo stille]
gummies, suckers, dabs, oils, keef hash. yea all that
smoke somethin’ b+tch!

[chorus]
so high, so high, so high
so high, so high, so high
(only the best though)

[b. stille]
it’s a wrap. (wrap) run, tell ya mommy
and don’t come back ‘less you got somethin’ for me
i never sold weed. i just traded it for money
rub a couple fingers and my thumbs together like johnny (manziel)
no brown, strictly that green bay
cartel dirt weed, me no comprende
catch me in the hood rollin’ blunts at the speedway
or blowin’ wit’ my white buddy listenin’ to green day
25 years in my trunk up the freeway
can’t say too much. police on the stingray
cousin in the kitchen weigh it up then i re+weigh
go a little over so i give myself some leeway
smokin’ on medicinal, high as my cholesterol
premium gas, 10% ethonol
you can’t keep the alcohol. you can keep the adderall
just keep ya hands off my flowers, dawg. (stilley!)
[chorus]
so high, so high, so high
so high, so high, so high

[ron clutch]
no i’m not a doctor with a ph.d
but i know a little somethin’ ’bout thc (what’s that?)
i know it’s good for adhd
ptsd, won’t let ’em bs me
i self+medicate. don’t need no doctor’s orders
i’m more than qualified to prescribe you a quarter
of that medical grade indica or sativa
these flowers loud enough to blow a hole through ya speakers
i be high as a tweeter, clippin’ the meter
catch me open in the zone like ya favorite receiver
roll up a fat doobie, look like a tortilla
roll up the whole onion, call that a fajita
gon’ need a breather. gon’ need more oxygen
so much smoke in the air, i’m tempted to call the firemen
you can’t escape the fire when you stuck off in the frying pan
burn enough trees to f+ck up the environment

[chorus]
so high, so high, so high (smokin’ on medicinal)
so high, so high, so high (blowin’ on medicinal)
… (blowin’ on medicinal)
[fish scales]
(uhn… yeah) from the sticks, no hoe sh+t
we don’t name our reefer. we just smoke the sh+t
i’m laid back. be the same when approachin’, kid
smoke wax. you don’t know just how potent this is
used to roll blunts. now i pack vape pipes (uhn)
gas mask, try this on get ya face right (c’mon)
gas mask, cmk my homie stay tight
we tryna run through this quarter before it’s daylight
east side, 4th ward, we salute king
marijuana had me sleepin’ through my hoop dream
leave the head shop, verse done at green top
can’t stop it. i’m hooked just like kareem’s shot
smart water, indica by the quarter
in the car i got more jack herrer
i’m in denver, co making backorder
naked b+tches trimmin’ weed. that’s a trap for ya

[chorus]
so high, so high, so high (smokin’ on medicinal)
so high, so high, so high (blowin’ on medicinal)
so high, so high, so high (smokin’ on medicinal)
so high, so high, so high (blowin’ on medicinal)
so high, so high, so high (smokin’ on medicinal)
so high, so high, so high (blowin’ on medicinal)

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