Wiz Khalifa - Super high Lyrics

Ozay wiz roll up ladies and gentleman spitta

You think you got the bond cause
I rolled you a joint? I smoke with all mine
Baby girl whats your point? Don't front
You in the back of a long line
Trying to get in cause only members inside
Trees get twisted up like
Fingers and gang signs
Purple kushes broke my fall
I fell from a grape vine
Super high, from the free throw line
I'm Drexler status, glide, ducking espionage
Many jelous eyes scrutinize the rise
But the jets in the house like
The curtains and the blinds
It hurts to see me shine that's
Why they frowning all the time
In they internet videos digital see befores
Angry orangutan I'm arranging my sneakers
I'm the action on the court
You the gum stuck to the bleachers
I think I'm Paul Pierce, I think I'm Rondo
High off the headband you dying on that hydro
Cuz we are we are super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

I thought of this fresh off a bong rip
My bitch next to me, getting undressed for me
Running bath water playing her favorite songs
While I get another one lit
Don't usually smoke at all but you say
Tonight you'll take a hit that's understood
From the smell and by what I payed
You know it's good
Them niggas with me, they from the hood
Now we throw parties in the sky
I'm on the 42nd floor now thats super high
Champagne, more paper planes than
You could fly
Them young niggas fail soon as they try
When the paparazzi flash
I be countin all this cash
Plotin a million and how to build
A mountain out of hash, come on

All these cars, all these stars
All around me (super high)
Put your eyes to the sky
That's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)

Cuz we are we are super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Rozay!

I'm gettin money no Illuminati
My pain never went in vein
It's all over my body
Hit the spliff in my Mr bugatti
Kick it with my little homies I'm Mr miyagi
I gotta buy my niggas each a pound
Tweakin up,?, pass the reefer around
Spittin only lethal rounds
Speakers beatin down
Not talkin much as when I
Say my niggas eatin now
Promoter gave me 40 thou, I think we even now
Pina colada papers
Smoke the garden of eden now
Taylor gang is what we bleed about
Jet setters in places you only read about
And now everywhere I go
It's so strong they ask me
Where I get my smoke
Bitches don't gotta guess they know
I keep one rolled up
We can do what ever you want
Smokin pina colada papers baby
Girl we don't f*ck
With the blunts unless I'm with the boss

If your lookin for me you could
Find me in the Guiness book
Only fly bitches ride with the
Boss take a look, i'm super fly
I'm super high, you get yours
I'm getting mine

Super hiiiigh super hiiiigh

Ay yo waitress, I need another
Bottle of that Rozay
I need another bottle of that Rozay
I need another bottle of that
Rozay, just order, just order
Another bottle of that rozay

Wiz spitta uhh