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up back-to-back, fat as I could\nYou got beef with Styles P, I come and to slide to the hood\n\nI get high, high, high, high (every day)\nI get high, high, high, high (every night)\nI get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\nHigh on your memory (every day)\nI get high, high, high, high (every night)\nI get high, high, high, high (all the time)\nI get high, high, high, high, high\n\nA yo, I smoke like a chimney, matter of fact, I smoke like a gun\nWhen a killa see his enemy, I smoke like Bob Marley did\nAdd to that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the '70s\nSpit with the finishing touch\nGet this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch\nI get high like the birds and the planes\nI get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged\n\nI get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand\nLike the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor\nI get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?\nAnd I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you\n\nI 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(every night)\nI get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\nHigh on your memory (every day)\nI get high, high, high, high (I am the ghost)\nI get high, high, high, high (flow with me)\n\nI get high on your memory\nHigh on your memory, high on your memory high, high, high\nI get high on your memory\nHigh on your memory, high on your memory, high, high, high\nI get high, high, high, high, high","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high\n[00:03.13] I get high, I get high, I get high on your memory\n[00:07.92] High on your memory, high on your memory\n[00:11.64] I get high, high, high (every day) high\n[00:15.20] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[00:18.18] I get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n[00:21.27] High\n[00:23.52] Every day I need an ounce and a half\n[00:26.03] S.P., the only flower that you know with a bounce-and-a-half\n[00:29.62] Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash\n[00:31.61] So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave\n[00:35.49] I get, high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around\n[00:38.21] It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now\n[00:41.33] And I'd rather roll somethin' up, 'cause if I'm sober, dawg\n[00:44.87] I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin' up\n[00:47.65] I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone all alone\n[00:51.02] Motherfucker 'case I'm dyin' tonight\n[00:53.12] So I roll 'em up back-to-back, fat as I could\n[00:56.18] You got beef with Styles P, I come and to slide to the hood\n[00:59.09] I get high, high, high, high (every day)\n[01:01.90] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[01:04.83] I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\n[01:08.16] High on your memory (every day)\n[01:10.77] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[01:13.60] I get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n[01:16.42] I get high, high, high, high, high\n[01:22.28] A yo, I smoke like a chimney, matter of fact, I smoke like a gun\n[01:27.28] When a killa see his enemy, I smoke like Bob Marley did\n[01:30.36] Add to that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the '70s\n[01:34.83] Spit with the finishing touch\n[01:36.63] Get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch\n[01:40.14] I get high like the birds and the planes\n[01:42.27] I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged\n[01:46.15] I get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand\n[01:48.99] Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor\n[01:51.98] I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?\n[01:55.03] And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you\n[01:57.76] I get high, high, high, high (every day)\n[02:00.70] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[02:03.77] I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\n[02:06.68] Get high on your memory (every day)\n[02:09.42] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[02:12.47] I get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n[02:15.30] I get 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High on your memory (every day)\n  I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n  I get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n  I get high, high, high, high, high\n\n  A yo, I smoke like a chimney, matter of fact, I smoke like a gun\n  When a killa see his enemy, I smoke like Bob Marley did\n  Add to that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the '70s\n  Spit with the finishing touch\n  Get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch\n  I get high like the birds and the planes\n  I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged\n\n  I get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand\n  Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor\n  I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?\n  And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you\n\n  I get high, high, high, high (every day)\n  I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n  I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\n  Get high on your memory (every day)\n  I get high, high, high, 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hood, the guns is around\nAnd take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbles me now\nAnd I'd rather roll something up\nCause if I'm sober dog, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up\nI get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone, motha fucka case I'm dyin tonight\nSo I roll em up, back to back, fat as I could\nYou got beef with south P, I come strapped with the hood\n\nI get high, (I get high)\nI get high, (I get high)\nI get high, (I get high)\nI get high, (I get high)\nI get high on your memory\nHigh on your memory\nHigh on your memory\nI get high, high, high, high (everyday)\nI get high, high, high, high (every night)\nI get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n\nAy yo, I smoke like a chiminey\nMatter fact I - smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy\nI smoke like Bob Marley did\nAfter that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies\nSpit with the finishing touch, get this that\nIma finish you before I finish the dutch\nI get high like the birds and the planes\nI get high when - bullets hit faces after words exchange\nI get a rush off the blood on the walls\nYou understand, like the S-5 pedal when its touchin the floor\nI get high cause fuck it, what's better to do\nAnd Ima never give a fuck, cause I'm better than you\n\nI get high, (I get high)\nI get high, (I get high)\nI get high, (I get high)\nI get high, (I get high)\nI get high on your memory\nHigh on your memory\nHigh on your memory\nI get high, high, high, high (everyday)\nI get high, high, high, high (every night)\nI get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n\nIm'a smoke 'till my lungs collapse\nI'm from the era where, niggas cause terror over guns and crack\nWhere the dollar bill is powerful\nI smoke weed cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do\nI get high for a livin, gots to ride for a livin\nWith my bill Gates the niggas that'll die for a livin\nShit I get as high as I could\nCause if you see things, like I see things, Ima die in the hood\nMotha fucka understand its full service for you\nI don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue\nAnd you can name any rapper, if you want it die\nThis is s-p dumpin and bitch I get high\n\nI Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)\nI Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)\nI Get High, high, high, high (All the time)\nHigh, high, high, high (Everyday)\nI Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)\nI Get High, high, high, high (All the time)\nI Get High, high, high, high\nHighhhh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] I get high, (I get high)\n[00:02.06] I get high, (I get high)\n[00:03.46] I get high, (I get high)\n[00:04.71] I get high, (I get high)\n[00:06.54] I get high on your memory\n[00:08.12] High on your memory\n[00:09.77] High on your memory\n[00:12.41] I get high, high, high, high (everyday)\n[00:15.55] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[00:18.38] I get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n[00:21.13] Everyday I need an ounce and a half\n[00:26.39] S-P, the only flowa that you know 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hood\n[00:59.09] I get high, high, high, high (every day)\n[01:01.90] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[01:04.83] I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\n[01:08.16] High on your memory (every day)\n[01:10.77] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[01:13.60] I get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n[01:16.42] I get high, high, high, high, high\n[01:22.28] A yo, I smoke like a chimney, matter of fact, I smoke like a gun\n[01:27.28] When a killa see his enemy, I smoke like Bob Marley did\n[01:30.36] Add to that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the '70s\n[01:34.83] Spit with the finishing touch\n[01:36.63] Get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch\n[01:40.14] I get high like the birds and the planes\n[01:42.27] I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged\n[01:46.15] I get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand\n[01:48.99] Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor\n[01:51.98] I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?\n[01:55.03] And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you\n[01:57.76] I get high, high, high, high (every day)\n[02:00.70] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[02:03.77] I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\n[02:06.68] Get high on your memory (every day)\n[02:09.42] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[02:12.47] I get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n[02:15.30] I get high, high, high, high, high\n[02:21.16] I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse\n[02:23.25] I'm from a era where niggas cause terror over guns and crack\n[02:27.25] Where a dollar bill is powerful\n[02:29.17] I smoke weed 'cause time seem precious, and I know what a hour do\n[02:33.37] High for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'\n[02:36.04] With my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin'\n[02:39.07] Shit, I get as high as I could\n[02:41.37] 'Cause if you see things like I see things\n[02:43.48] 'Cause I'ma die in the hood\n[02:44.83] Motherfucker, understand it's full service to you\n[02:47.53] I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue\n[02:50.68] And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die\n[02:53.66] This is S.P., dump it in, you bitch, I get high\n[02:56.52] I get high, high, high, high (every day)\n[02:59.47] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[03:02.32] I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\n[03:05.46] High on your memory (every day)\n[03:08.10] I get high, high, high, high (I am the ghost)\n[03:11.37] I get high, high, high, high (flow with me)\n[03:14.13] I get high on your memory\n[03:15.96] High on your memory, high on your memory high, high, high\n[03:20.16] I get high on your memory\n[03:21.81] High on your memory, high on your memory, high, high, high\n[03:25.69] I get high, high, high, high, high\n[03:29.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Good Times\n  artist: Styles P.\n  album: Hip Hop Hits Vol. 6\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  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high, high (every night)\nI get high, high, high, high (all the time)\nHigh\n\nEvery day I need an ounce and a half\nS.P., the only flower that you know with a bounce-and-a-half\nListen kid, I need a mountain of cash\nSo I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave\n\nI get, high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around\nIt take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now\nAnd I'd rather roll somethin' up, 'cause if I'm sober, dawg\nI just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin' up\n\nI get high as a kite, I'm in the zone all alone\nMotherfucker 'case I'm dyin' tonight\nSo I roll 'em up back-to-back, fat as I could\nYou got beef with Styles P, I come and to slide to the hood\n\nI get high, high, high, high (every day)\nI get high, high, high, high (every night)\nI get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\nHigh on your memory (every day)\nI get high, high, high, high (every night)\nI get high, high, high, high (all the time)\nI get high, 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high\nI get high, high, high, high (every night)\nI get high, high, high, high (all the time)\nHigh\n\nEvery day I need an ounce and a half\nS.P., the only flower that you know with a bounce-and-a-half\nListen kid, I need a mountain of cash\nSo I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave\n\nI get, high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around\nIt take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now\nAnd I'd rather roll somethin' up, 'cause if I'm sober, dawg\nI just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin' up\n\nI get high as a kite, I'm in the zone all alone\nMotherfucker 'case I'm dyin' tonight\nSo I roll 'em up back-to-back, fat as I could\nYou got beef with Styles P, I come and to slide to the hood\n\nI get high, high, high, high (every day)\nI get high, high, high, high (every night)\nI get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\nHigh on your memory (every day)\nI get high, high, high, high (every night)\nI get high, high, high, high (all 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Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor\n  I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?\n  And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you\n\n  I get high, high, high, high (every day)\n  I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n  I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\n  Get high on your memory (every day)\n  I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n  I get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n  I get high, high, high, high, high\n\n  I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse\n  I'm from a era where niggas cause terror over guns and crack\n  Where a dollar bill is powerful\n  I smoke weed 'cause time seem precious, and I know what a hour do\n\n  High for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'\n  With my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin'\n  Shit, I get as high as I could\n  'Cause if you see things like I see things\n  'Cause I'ma die in the hood\n\n  Motherfucker, understand it's full service to you\n  I don't smoke the weed if it ain't 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before I finish the dutch\n[01:40.14] I get high like the birds and the planes\n[01:42.27] I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchanged\n[01:46.15] I get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand\n[01:48.99] Like the M-5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor\n[01:51.98] I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?\n[01:55.03] And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you\n[01:57.76] I get high, high, high, high (every day)\n[02:00.70] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[02:03.77] I get high on your memory, high on your memory (all the time)\n[02:06.68] Get high on your memory (every day)\n[02:09.42] I get high, high, high, high (every night)\n[02:12.47] I get high, high, high, high (all the time)\n[02:15.30] I get high, high, high, high, high\n[02:21.16] I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse\n[02:23.25] I'm from a era where niggas cause terror over guns and crack\n[02:27.25] Where a dollar bill is powerful\n[02:29.17] I smoke weed 'cause time seem 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