Whe-en I-i ge-et low
Ohoo I get high
Uhh
Bike ride and a picnic
Thats how youd spend your days if you were this kid
If you were this sick
If you were this dope
Flow ballistic, girl blowin os
Blond hair runnin all down her back
Pink lipstick with a black backpack
Just a no fashion gal with no fashion acts
Sippin ginger ale out of champagne glass
 body with an actress face
With some blackhole eyes that would suck you in
Got a big dip of smile and some milky way skin
Her hearths a galaxy that I wanna be in
Straight up divin
And fuck it just thrivin
If Im myself a jungle and swing vine to vine
Fuck them
Tar-zan
Got the team with me and we spark em
When I get home
Ohoo I get high
My man walked out
Now you know that aint right
Well he better watch out
If I meet him tonight
I said
When I get home
Ohoo I get high
I get high 
Ohoo I get high
I get high