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Hi Ya

Hi Ya

(Album: Soon Enough - 2019)

Smoke one for the pain, cold world got me high
Stay close to the flame in a room with the guys
With a view, with a moon and the stars
Your head in the clouds, the herb in your palm, what would you say?
Prolly just passing the J, prolly turn ash into rain

Prolly just party with Charlie and Prince Rick James
Before I get sent to the place, cops get paid for ending your life
Wonder why I stay so damn high
Wonder why you've drank all that Sprite
Muddy like waters, hit it like Mike
Picking my advice like women I like
Only get down as she lifting my high, high, yeah

Rolling up the la-la-la, things on my mind, I can't lie, lie, lie
So I'ma get hi-ya-ya, so low and hi-ya-ya
Rolling up the la-la-la, things on my mind, I can't lie, lie, lie
So I'ma get hi-ya-ya, so low and hi-ya-ya

Hi-ya-ya-ya, hi-ya-ya-ya (Hi ya)
Hi-ya-ya-ya, hi-ya-ya-ya

I got two joints, both are for me 'cause I'm feeling greedy
Oh, no sympathy, no, not for them greedy folks
Folks, that's when DeSoto, I like all these videos I'm in
Not mood, in a corner lurking, macking, needing
So full, jimbalya, and behind it, that's a dope door, caught that
It's a pro tool, hit me with your best shot, go and do it

Better sing your best shot, won't do it (Picky winny)
Let us in the jets, better blow through it (Sticky inny)
Triple OG, choke hold, they ain't dead, eh?
Float me the mote boat, low need a meda'

Ain't asking for much (No), just to move my body
And to smoke my dosh, yuh, by my lonely
On a high horse, gallop on me, all like psychics and Mavericks only
Flick on my BIC, those work my lungs, hop off that fence
Who you are when I'm gone?

Rolling up the la-la-la, things on my mind, I can't lie, lie, lie
So I'ma get hi-ya-ya, so low and hi-ya-ya
Rolling up the la-la-la, things on my mind, I can't lie, lie, lie
So I'ma get hi-ya-ya, so low and hi-ya-ya

Hi-ya-ya-ya, hi-ya-ya-ya (Hi ya)
Hi-ya-ya-ya, hi-ya-ya-ya

Smoking lifka, only do drugs that could twist up
Mista, high as fuck, don't give a fuck
My mind been a blimp since middle school
No rules when you're living that artist life
Art is life, life is art, probably too high to be writing songs
But here we are, so mind my thoughts

I don't wanna kick if the vibe is off
I'ma push the limits till my mind is gone
Till we all sitting pretty on the ground with' y'all, getting live with' y'all
Lift off with' ya'll

Rolling up the la-la-la, things on my mind, I can't lie, lie, lie
No peace pipe when it's raw outside
Rich folk plow while po' folk die
They don't wanna see you legalize yourself
Liberate your mind then find your self
They want you working 9 to 5, want you always on the clock
Are we ever gon' rise? Only time will tell

Rolling up the la-la-la, things on my mind, I can't lie, lie, lie
So I'ma get hi-ya-ya, so low and hi-ya-ya
Rolling up the la-la-la, things on my mind, I can't lie, lie, lie
So I'ma get hi-ya-ya, so low and hi-ya-ya

Hi-ya-ya-ya, hi-ya-ya-ya (Hi ya)
Hi-ya-ya-ya, hi-ya-ya-ya
Hi-ya-ya-ya, hi-ya-ya-ya (Hi ya)
Hi-ya-ya-ya, hi-ya-ya-ya

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