High As Hell (Feat. Wiz Khalifa) – B.o.B – letras

I woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morningI woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellStill faded, but nigga can? t you tellCan? t you tell, nigga can? t you tellI woke up in the morning high as hellCan? t you tell, nigga can? t you tellI woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up this morning so highI probably never get lowR. Kelly, I think I can flyBut this is as it goI can’t recall being soberCause that was a trillion hours agoYou say you want to get higher than meWell you got a billion mile to goNigga this stone age, roll up and put it in rotationMy dro potent and make show facesTill I’m po’ baby like an old ladySo faded like some old navy in an old basementWith my Og that’s fresh off of probationI bang, bang, you be ho savingRan in yo ho like home invasionWhen I hit up my dealer I’m so impatientI be hightailing and ain’t no debatingI know the answer to the whole equationAlways baking like a local bakeryWe pass it around like a roller skating rinkI go to the club, it stay open late for meJust rolled up a blunt and it’s motivating meI woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morningI woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellStill faded, but nigga can? t you tellCan? t you tell, nigga can? t you tellI woke up in the morning high as hellCan? t you tell, nigga can? t you tellI woke up in the morning high as hellWoke up in the morning, grab some weed, a joint and rolled itPut some cheese eggs on my stomach, I don’t need it bitch I want itCrib in California, got a villa in the trumpI put some converse on my feet and told my bitch, « let’s get this money »One joint, fourteen grams, that’s a halfBlow torch on the nail, that’s a dabSpace cakes, M2o, I’m getting blowButter in a g pin, man I’m stonedOne hit of this wax, got him high, he don’t wanna say itTry to call my phone, but I’m gone, me and Bobby RayI’m smoking Kush today, tomorrow, I’m a straight shatterHardcore butter, lookin’ like some cake batterIt make me think better, fucking up you’re dead wrongRasta told me « fat rips make the dread long »I took a dab, past out fly as hellI woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morningI woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellStill faded, but nigga can? t you tellCan? t you tell, nigga can? t you tellI woke up in the morning high as hellCan? t you tell, nigga can? t you tellI woke up in the morning high as hellHigh, in the sky, SupermanAm I high, yes I amI done lost my mindIn the sky, ceiling fanPurple haze, AfghanistanI done lost my mindI woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morningI woke up in the morning, I woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellI woke up in the morning high as hellStill faded, but nigga can? t you tellCan? t you tell, nigga can? t you tellI woke up in the morning high as hellCan? t you tell, nigga can? t you tellI woke up in the morning high as hell