Hanging around playing two-hand touch
Afterwards the boys come through in clutch
Passing around spliffs and some Dutch
Now grown up passing the big scotch
Early 2000's with an N64
Seeing which one of us could get high score
Swerving in first place with no remorse
Just looking for an entertaining source
Of new games where the world is yours
Behind our own burned down bedroom doors
But now big boys we escape with the pot
Washing down liquor, the liver starts to rot
This ain't no school of rock
Straight cyphers of hip hop
Rolling up all this skunky ass tree
Swerving through my hood like 508 heat
Bumping to the bass in the passenger seat
So fire that it gets thrown on repeat
Catch me playing back my own tape
I feel myself when I really resonate
Coming out of my shell & out the gate
Could've been the blunt we waked and baked
I don't know man I'm high as hell
Feeling a bit like Michael Phelps
Regardless of that fact that i'm so high tho
Pick any game you wanna off the shelf bro
Maybe some old school super smash bros
Or even the original PS spyro
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Hanging around playing two-hand touch
Afterwards the boys come through in clutch
Passing around spliffs and some Dutch
Now grown up passing the big scotch
Early 2000's with an N64
Seeing which one of us could get high score
Swerving in first place with no remorse
Just looking for an entertaining source
Of new games where the world is yours
Behind our own burned down bedroom doors
But now big boys we escape with the pot
Washing down liquor, the liver starts to rot
This ain't no school of rock
Straight cyphers of hip hop
Rolling up all this skunky ass tree
Swerving through my hood like 508 heat
Bumping to the bass in the passenger seat
So fire that it gets thrown on repeat
Catch me playing back my own tape
I feel myself when I really resonate
Coming out of my shell & out the gate
Could've been the blunt we waked and baked
I don't know man I'm high as hell
Feeling a bit like Michael Phelps
Regardless of that fact that i'm so high tho
Pick any game you wanna off the shelf bro
Maybe some old school super smash bros
Or even the original PS spyro
Afterwards the boys come through in clutch
Passing around spliffs and some Dutch
Now grown up passing the big scotch
Early 2000's with an N64
Seeing which one of us could get high score
Swerving in first place with no remorse
Just looking for an entertaining source
Of new games where the world is yours
Behind our own burned down bedroom doors
But now big boys we escape with the pot
Washing down liquor, the liver starts to rot
This ain't no school of rock
Straight cyphers of hip hop
Rolling up all this skunky ass tree
Swerving through my hood like 508 heat
Bumping to the bass in the passenger seat
So fire that it gets thrown on repeat
Catch me playing back my own tape
I feel myself when I really resonate
Coming out of my shell & out the gate
Could've been the blunt we waked and baked
I don't know man I'm high as hell
Feeling a bit like Michael Phelps
Regardless of that fact that i'm so high tho
Pick any game you wanna off the shelf bro
Maybe some old school super smash bros
Or even the original PS spyro
Writer: Paul Gorman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid