The Most High

(Chorus 1X) That weed ,Will make u feel good That woman, will make u feel good That friend, will u make u feel good That sunshine, will make u feel good The god, will make u feel good The song, will make u feel good The words, will make u feel good The music, will make u feel good I wake up praising the most high Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high It's not that I got attention deficit I understand my vanity & self Centeredness And Lately I haven't gotten any messages I get by on my charm & my Elegance I Make sure the rents paid when the lights on Don't answer the phone, it might be mom And she might, find out drugs that I be on So, I'm vulkan not Klingon Never been the type just to be a Cling on More like Drinking fine wine in the vineyard Captain Pickard stringing on a guitar Miniature Minotaur colder than a bli-zzard Lemme spit my dizz-arts Add more items on my Ca-zzart Been like this this since the stizzart And we Making this Izz-Art Chorus I wake up praising the most high Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high Excuse me, for pushing the envelope It's cold world like my flow 10 Below Put on for Vizzy Put on for the city I know this shit sound gritty I'm all up your biddies Like Cassie was fucking diddy and doing my Lil diddy On American Graffiti while I felt like I was 50 Huh Like nobody was fucking with me But that's because skill wise, nobody was fucking with me Huh? You Niggas really dime a dozen I'm saying you over hustling over nothing So while you on twitter fronting I'm better than you end of discussion I made this song for those who tuck it in Nantucket Fucker! save some supper Aiming at you bastards like blocka blocka blocka Chorus I wake up praising the most high Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high I'm Gza & Jay-Z's Lovechild Strong jawed like Kobe eat punches from Chris Childs Couple of raps from me, make your bitch smile Iron horse, bitch Niggas dismount Get casted out with words from this mouth Then get my dick licked up at your bitch house Ain't no love here, don't come unclean I Got knives like Crocodile Dundee Smoke sumthing, like Pimp C word to Bun B Last name Brewster first name Punky But they said that God don't love ugly Take a swipe outta ya head & and now you look like Gumby Hmph Look at you, tell me how that hurt Loaded lux couldn't tell you to get that work Chorus