Corey Patrick - Wake Up (Interlude) Lyrics

I get high like a motherf*cker, every day I wake up
Wake up, gotta get my paper, and get lit
Gotta smoke the kush up, that's how I live
Every day I wake up, wake up, gotta blow a, big bag to my face
Every day I wake up, wake up, I gotta smoke, before I get to chasing my cake
And I'm chilling, just smoking out
Thinking 'bout how I stay so fly above the f*cking, sky
That I don't know, if I'll come down, but I don't care
Hanging like my hair, I'm a dreadlock
I'm an astronaut, I'm so outer space
Running out of space, running out of time
Running out of lines, running out of bomb
Never that though, got a fat sack
Got a couple packs, in my backpack
That's from last year, on this new shit
Blow a couple f*cking ounces of the dankest piff
I ain't write this, I'm just high, right?
On the high rise, getting high, like
On my feet now, I'm a float away
Smoking on the f*cking clouds with some dope today
I be smoking on Gelato by the carload, and um
Motherf*cker, what you know about a bad bitch
Pistol for you, when you wake up like some Folger's in the morning
I ain't folding this shit, it's the real
Never faked it, never tainted, never underestimated
This the greatest, shit I ever f*cking, littest
The f*cking bombest, just like a comet
It smacked me, right in my face, might tell my mommy
I love it, it is the dopest, it is the dope shit, jump rope shit
It's got me feeling like a little kid again
I'm finna win, I'm down for the cause
I'm lighting up and I'm passing it to all of y'all broads
I get high like a motherf*cker, every day I wake up
Wake up, gotta get my paper, and get lit
Gotta smoke this kush up, that's how I live
Every day I wake up, wake up, gotta blow a, big bag to my face
Every day I wake up, wake up, I gotta smoke, before I get to chasing my cake