Getting High.. by ROME-LA Lyrics

[Dialog]
Yeah, come fly wit us shawty
Take you to whole nother cloud....
Never come down
LFTCST
It's ya boy
ROME...
Yeah

[Verse 2 ROME-323]
This weed got me on different fucking cloud
7th heaven bout to roll me up some flight miles
I'm gone in the wind
Flying in the skys
My minds feeling clouded
The devil's in my eyes
I'm feeling grade A nigga
You fail at life you should simulate nigga
I elevate
I get hella faded and I ancipate
All you niggas hating
All you niggas fake
All you niggas blowing smoke
I just toke
Laugh while you take notes
This shit funny to me
You niggas bummy to me
And you know you better think before you fucking speak cause
Niggas can get killed for lesser things
I put on the team and tell her don't expect a wedding ring
I'm on to better things got A.D.D. with these heauxs
They fuck up Once then
I pass em to the bro