Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
One trip, two hits, smoke a bag, a quarter zip
All in less than a minute man I'm feelin like the shit
Maybe baby it was just the high
But when it wears down I stay loud ain't owned by pride
If you ain't, feelin what I'm feelin
Get ya debbie downin ass out my buildin, no more children in my GANG
Or you rank hoes bitchin bout the way that we be livin
Man I swear I might just stick em wit a BANG
F*ck that fake dro you sniffin out the bag
No don't gimme a drag of that weak shit PASS
That shit back to you
And your wack ass crew you, hot boxin all them nasty fumes
Why the f*ck can't you be miserable on your own?
Leave me 'lone, don't hit my phone, don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
Jay Vore - Please Don't Blow My High Lyrics
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Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
One trip, two hits, smoke a bag, a quarter zip
All in less than a minute man I'm feelin like the shit
Maybe baby it was just the high
But when it wears down I stay loud ain't owned by pride
If you ain't, feelin what I'm feelin
Get ya debbie downin ass out my buildin, no more children in my GANG
Or you rank hoes bitchin bout the way that we be livin
Man I swear I might just stick em wit a BANG
F*ck that fake dro you sniffin out the bag
No don't gimme a drag of that weak shit PASS
That shit back to you
And your wack ass crew you, hot boxin all them nasty fumes
Why the f*ck can't you be miserable on your own?
Leave me 'lone, don't hit my phone, don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
One trip, two hits, smoke a bag, a quarter zip
All in less than a minute man I'm feelin like the shit
Maybe baby it was just the high
But when it wears down I stay loud ain't owned by pride
If you ain't, feelin what I'm feelin
Get ya debbie downin ass out my buildin, no more children in my GANG
Or you rank hoes bitchin bout the way that we be livin
Man I swear I might just stick em wit a BANG
F*ck that fake dro you sniffin out the bag
No don't gimme a drag of that weak shit PASS
That shit back to you
And your wack ass crew you, hot boxin all them nasty fumes
Why the f*ck can't you be miserable on your own?
Leave me 'lone, don't hit my phone, don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
Please don't blow my high
This here no man's sky yea
No don't blow my high
Cause no man owns these clouds yea
Writer: Jeremiah Vore
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