Me and Hitch made a rap song
Raps R' Us
"High Times"
[Me and Hitch]
He smokes all the Ganja..Marijuana,
tell him to stop u kno he don't wanna,
Stupid shit can't even get outa bed,
from the night of partyin and gettin fucked in the head
[Me]
he cant get enough of this shit, another hit,
dangerous mind, another weed loving kid
tokin and bringing his bowl eveywhere he goes,
this shits better than his stuck up hos
the clouds are lower than his head, and hes lead,
back to his truck, to get shit for chuck
house full of smoke, all day he tokes
head in the air, weed everywhere
even some hiding in his hair
but what the fuck, he doesnt care
you see him coming yourway, hold your airway,
theres bound to be weed coming at ya high times around ya
[Hitch]
Motion's not the matter that he wants to go through,
all those washed out days, if he only knew.
Smokin ain't the problem its the second wave,
it drops the bomb on ur head he can't be saved.
Its too fun to be high and floatin up in the sky,
comin to school cracked out with bright red eyes.
He blurts out the laughter, hes been holdin it in,
the stupid mother fuckers been up all night thinkin.
"whats the next drug i can blow my bills on, the crack,
the ex, the ganja it'll be all gone.
Thousand dollars later u'll be cryin at home
screamin "What the fuck did i do, I needa loan."
"High Times"
[Me and Hitch]
He smokes all the Ganja..Marijuana,
tell him to stop u kno he don't wanna,
Stupid shit can't even get outa bed,
from the night of partyin and gettin fucked in the head
[Me]
he cant get enough of this shit, another hit,
dangerous mind, another weed loving kid
tokin and bringing his bowl eveywhere he goes,
this shits better than his stuck up hos
the clouds are lower than his head, and hes lead,
back to his truck, to get shit for chuck
house full of smoke, all day he tokes
head in the air, weed everywhere
even some hiding in his hair
but what the fuck, he doesnt care
you see him coming yourway, hold your airway,
theres bound to be weed coming at ya high times around ya
[Hitch]
Motion's not the matter that he wants to go through,
all those washed out days, if he only knew.
Smokin ain't the problem its the second wave,
it drops the bomb on ur head he can't be saved.
Its too fun to be high and floatin up in the sky,
comin to school cracked out with bright red eyes.
He blurts out the laughter, hes been holdin it in,
the stupid mother fuckers been up all night thinkin.
"whats the next drug i can blow my bills on, the crack,
the ex, the ganja it'll be all gone.
Thousand dollars later u'll be cryin at home
screamin "What the fuck did i do, I needa loan."