[Chorus]
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When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
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Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" -> Slick Rick
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Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
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Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
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You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry?
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"Hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
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Can't remember a thing no matter how hard you try
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"Hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
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First you start mumbling
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Then you start stumbling
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Then your motor skills start malfunctioning
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Could it be the intake
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Of the chemical that makes your body shake
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All over, so critical
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First one running to the bar
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To get a drink
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First one hanging out the car
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Chunky pink
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Really paralyzed, numb up and sedated
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Moving with that rubber band body when you faded
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Smoke about an ounce of weed
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Drank ten beers, it's just a
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Matter of time before you start getting the fears
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You can't steer? (you can't steer?)
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You can't hear? (you can't hear?)
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You ain't here, you can't steer clear?
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You wanna go home?
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[Chorus]
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When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
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Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" (->Slick Rick, 'Hey
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Young World' (I think))
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Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
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Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
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You took a half of shrooms, you think you gon die?
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"Hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
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Can't remember a thing no matter how hard you try
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"Master your high"
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First you smoke indo
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Then some chocolate
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But the gin and juice got you skyrocketing
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Yo, can I get a Long Island?
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Who got the bud?
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Now you wanna lay it down
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In the club
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You supposed to be a thug drinking thug passion
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But you can barely push it to the house
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Without crashing
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Now, you know better
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Than getting that saucy
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Trying to mix tequila
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With kamekaze and bossy (?)
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Fudge brownies
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With ganja butter
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Then you wanna hit the bone?
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Your eyes flutter
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Yo, she had a happy face
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On her ecstacy
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She started touching her private place
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While she standing next to me
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You shoulda had one drink
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Like your girl
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Now you in the bathroom
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Calling Earl
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Oh, now you got the spins,
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The head-twirls
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Underestimate your high
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It rocked your world
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[Chorus]
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When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
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Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" (->Slick Rick, 'Hey
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Young World' (I think))
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Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
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Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
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You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry?
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"Hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
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Can't remember a thing on the acid fry
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"Master your high"
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First you need oxygen
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For circulation
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Then you need agua
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Rejuvination
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Maybe you should eat something
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But nothing spicy
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Maybe try a cold thai
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Nice and icy
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Now you can't leave here
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You can barely open doors
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Maybe take a shower
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Open your pores
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Just try to shake it off
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Have some activity
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Get your shit together
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Then come back to the festivities
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I'm not saying don't get high
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Cuz that's on you
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I'm just saying if you don't get high
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Then what to do?
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See, my friend right here
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Can hold his liquor
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But my friend right here
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Is getting sicker
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So, he started beef with my homie over what?
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Took this fool to the house
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To sober up
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Maybe you should listen up,
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Heed the warning
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Or you gonna wake up sick as fuck
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In the morning
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God DAMN!
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Master Your High
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Aceyalone |