"I Must Be High"
  I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't
  Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke
  I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
  Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas
  The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess
  You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
  I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines
  Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
  Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
  Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
  Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco
  It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
  TV screens, margarita machines with street marines
  Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
  If it means anything this for all my G's
  I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's
  Another DWI, drunk and fucking high
  I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky
  They call me young Thurston Howell the Third
  And that's my word
  I'm a swang, I'm a swerve
  I'm a park and scrape the curve
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  Why when I'm not high does my life
  Feel like it's missing something
  I know that I must be high
  So that I can function
    I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious
  No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
  Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
  Fuck em so good they wake up and wash dishes
  The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
  No French kisses and no hippopotamuses
  I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me
  As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney
  I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em
  Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet em
  Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
  Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy
  My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy
  Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly
  Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle
  Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle
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    I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick
  As the police officers patting down my click
  They say my bandana breaks the dress code
  Every fine fucking bitch I see is my ex ho
  I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling
  Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in
  Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what
  Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
  Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land
  Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
  The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling
  Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin
  Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
  Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga
  Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
  I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'
    [Chorus]