the days that i that i seem to be gettin by, are the days that im gettin High (thoes the only days that im feelin fine) the days that i that i seem to be gettin by, are the days that im gettin High (so thats why every day im high)
the day aint really goin so well, but as soon as i smell the fresh aramoa of the coffee my mind eaze it helps me focus on what really im tryin to see, with just chill, and relaxed and it eased, and i can be all three with the weed, what have me feelin much better than if i was tipsy times can get ruffer than rugby a couple of hits of this can turn ugly to lovely, in the morning its my medicine, it helps me sing, it helps me write raps, i might tap into a part of my brain that i hardly use, because of the liquor and boose, it would be the weed fo-sho,(hey)
the days that i that i seem to be gettin by, are the days that im gettin High (thoes the only days that im feelin fine) the days that i that i seem to be gettin by, are the days that im gettin High (so thats why every day im high)
well everyday is a mystery, at least to me life aint what you think its finna be, so i blow my misery away with stems and seeds, and i tend to sing like a symphony, why do i instantly, find my identity when i climb into my memory's
what else is there to say i know you feel me especially when you wake up every day and you look in the mirror, but you see a different face even though you swear you never ever ever changed her these words i hold in matrimony straight from me to you, and elevate into the blue
the days that i that i seem to be gettin by, are the days that im gettin High (thoes the only days that im feelin fine) the days that i that i seem to be gettin by,