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high part 2 - lucky luciano lyrics

[lucky luciano: speaking in reggae]
yeah, man
come, come
i’m so stoned, i forget me nationality sometimes
welcome, welcome, come one, come all
i like to welcome you to lucky islands

[chorus x2: lucky luciano]
roll up a blunt and p-ss that whole ‘rine
can’t leave the weed alone, i’m so high
i’m high
el purpimando
i’m high
bo-di-bight-bight-bight

[lucky luciano:]
well, me wakin’ bacon blow big all day
learned to blaze mary jane, then raid the ‘fridgerator
lift a blank of elevator, blunt long as the equator
i’m stuck to my couch, can’t find the t.v. changer
so i watch the same channel for two hours, then i cough [coughing]
then i get up and forget what i was gonna do, so i (d-mn!)
sit back down, and try to smoke a pound
mama said i need a job, but i still ain’t found one
so i go to stop-n-go and pick me up a green sheet
then i see a shiny pack of watermelon swisha sweets (sweet!)
get back to the pad and read the help wanted ads
man, f-ck this
where’s me ziplock bag, i need to

[chorus x2]

[lucky luciano:]
keep a smelly bag of pot, higher than a astronaut
take a hit and p-ss it back, and don’t slobber on my doobie
got the alcapulco gold, white with a wind kush
got me in a zone
high as giraffe p-ss
blood-shot eyes and got yellow fingertips
keep a cotton mouth, my weed is seedless
hydroponic, all i blow is chronic
can’t pay the rent, spent all my dough on it
chocolate tye
where the h-ll is my lighter
better use the stove, if i can’t find one
some like a hippie in a tight -ss shirt
ain’t shaved in a week, and i smell like purp’

[chorus x2]

[pre-verse x2: lucky luciano]
no stress
smoke in my chest, i
roll the ganja til there is none left

[lucky luciano:]
then i go to church’s chicken, pick me up a number three
four bisquits for a dollar, potatoes and gravy
strawberry soda, wish i had a little lean
but i blew all of my money, on this green weed (man)
been blowing green since fourteen
man, my dad had all the weed
used to find a stash and steal some
cut a cigar and fill it up
tell rehab, i can’t give it up
break it down, i’ll twist it up
i ain’t selling nothin’, this all for me
man, this some good brocolli

[chorus x4]

- lucky luciano lyrics

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