Lyrical Breakdown of High Come Down (feat. LaTocha Scott & Trey Lorenz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Yeah, yeah come on (Baby, you make my) Yeah, yeah come on Yeah, yeah come on (Baby, you make my) Yeah, yeah come on Each day I come in it's always somethin' Don't stress me I'm paid like Phil Drummin I pop like ten Cristies a day In the spot like I'm way past risque B R A T hard and sexy And you can't get next to me, baby With a blunt in my hand shit is obsolete I don't wanna be fucked with when I cheat It's my smoking lye, how it's supposed to be You bitches could never get close to me Hopefully you know not to blow my high Impose in my zone extinguish my fire It's my desire to blaze it up Mad 'cause I puff I don't give a fuck Don't come around me with no negative shit Step up, step up and I'ma bust your lip 'Cause I don't like to be fucked with when I'm high (To the sky) First thing you can do is make my high come down (Down, down) Ooh, when you make my high come down I don't wanna be around you no more Let's space it out, my faith is out When I get frustrated I take it out On the optimo so break it out Gun me vicariously till I choke me Make no mistake about Miss Harris stakin' out Good cabbage lay it out Gray for glycoma, rotten to Daytona How to survive? Get high all by your lonesome unless you want some company I might pass the blunt but this bud's for me My concentration and know nothing else I take my problems lay 'em on the shelf Block all the calls then shut off the cell It's not absurd niggas get on my nerves with Bullshit too much for this bitch Me and my spliff don't wanna be fucked with 'Cause I don't like to be fucked with when I'm high (To the sky) First thing you can do is make my high come down (Down, down) Ooh, when you make my high come down I don't wanna be around you no more Usually, when I split my gun down the middle Got good weed, so strong it takes just a minute For me to get to that place we love to go I made this shit so you would know When the ashes burn off I get flashes on how you were turned off And a big distraction, don't nobody wanna be agitated Upset or annoyed and aggravated Masturbation ain't stimulating as this When it's twist, put it up to my lips and hit Don't forget to puff, puff and pass My blunt is stuffed up with chunks of hash 'Cause I don't like to be fucked with when I'm high (To the sky) First thing you can do is make my high come down (Down, down) Ooh, when you make my high come down I don't wanna be around you no more, no more