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stro – that time i got high lyrics

[intro]
yo, i haven’t told y’all n-gg-s ’bout that time i got high, son?
sonnn

[verse:]
yo, this happened back in atlanta
i had my own apartment only paying like a grand a
month
moms and step-pops got they own spot
they downstairs and my crib got a tv and two chairs
i’m bored as sh-t, so here and there i take a walk
lotta shorties scared to talk, got me missin’ new york
i’m instagram lurkin’, got some down time, usually workin’
the party scene slow right now, this sh-t is irkin’
reading books by deepak chopra, my favorite author
got a call from marlon, my a-town partner
he was born in brooklyn, his family from the islands
but he live in atlanta, he’s an interesting guy, man
f-ck it, he found a function tho, at this hotel
got some shorties that might be freakin’, his birthday on the weekend
it’s a pre turn-up, awww bet, we comin’ through
little money for the uber but it’s somethin’ to do
i shows up, this sh-t is lit. couple girls, couple homies
i’m on the humble, but they watch tv, so they know me
see my n-gg- alex, mackin’ with shorty by the bar
yo this n-gg- look exactly like bruno mars
i play the corner, with this girl i seen at other parties
yo i want her, beautiful sista with a body on her
but she serious, i’m goofin’ off, gamin’ and sh-t
she had a android phone, so i’m flamin’ her sh-t
her sense of humor, eh
we start talkin’ ’bout school, what college she goin’ to
but i’m in need of some food, yo i’m hungry
but i don’t wanna leave where the fun be
f-ck it, i wait it out, then i heard somebody shout
“yo we ’bout to get some weed from a home that’s sellin'”
i’on smoke, so i turn around, they still yellin’
he on the way, they open the door, i fell down
laughin’, this weed dealer look like chris brown
i swear to god, shorties was on the couch huddled up
like “yo, that ain’t chris, but shiddd, close enough”
i’m weak. he at the table with some brownies in a zip-lock bag that’s closed tight
i know what it is, but i’m starvin’. i took a bite
got back to my conversation with this android user tryna tell me she taken
five minutes go by, feelin’ like i’m about to die from my laughter
my homie andrew in the back of
the hotel room, the blackest white boy you’ll ever meet
cool weirdo, but drop knowledge when you let him speak
plus he rich as sh-t, income game mysterious
this muhf-cka work a nine to five for experience, but yo
for the first time ever, i’m really high son
i run around the room crackin’ up, startin’ problems
i see marlon talkin’ now, i interrupt
“yo, n-gg- said you got a face only a mother could love”
he like, “word? who said it? tell him i’m right here”
i’m like, “i’on know son, just heard it in the ear”
so we turn around, scannin’ the room, feelin’ ridiculous
lookin’ for who flaked him for like thirty minutes
tears fallin’ out my eyes, he don’t know it was me
i’m laughing uncontrollably son, i gotta pee
i hit the bathroom. my pupils, red
mindblown
yo, i’m really high, son. i gotta go home
i call a uber, go downstairs. it’s a young driver playin’ future and mad trap
i hop in the back
he start driving, i’m smilin’
i could feel my head spin, yo
i noticed he ain’t have a uber sticker in the window
smellin’ like indo, thinkin’ “d-mn, this n-gg- got me”
i’m thinkin’ he a goon that’s go pull over and rob me
i reach my destination. sheesh, what a drive
long night. god is good though, i’m still alive
outside of my apartment door, mad sh-t in my hands
i’m turnin’ the kn-b, i just wanna lay down man
this sh-t is locked. i’m panickin’, lookin’ for my keys
buggin’ out, i keep searchin’ the pockets of my jeans
aw, i must’ve left it at the party
d-mn, one of these high n-gg-s got my only key in they hand
i laid down in the hallway
i gotta tell my mama i’m locked out. and i’m high
this ’bout to be some drama
“i’m high and locked out ma, i need to sleep bad”
rehearsin’ my explanation for a hour and a half
like that ain’t gon’ work. dear god, please get me inside
i definitely left and took my keys with me, where they at tho?
this is bad, yo
call another uber, i gotta go back yo, hopin’ i find
then i stand, had my keys in my right hand (all this time)

[outro]
dead-ss son? (right in front of me)
wow (right before my eyes)
the sh-t’s in my hand the whole time. wow, crazy (all this time, right in front of me)
(right before my eyes, hey. yeah) you gotta be kiddin’ me, son
(all this time)

ha, this is why i don’t smoke. don’t smoke
no reefer for me

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