I Must Be High Lyrics - Never Change - South Park

I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't 

Holla f**k the world with my chest full of smoke 

I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace 

Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas 

The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess 

You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes 

I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines 

Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses 

Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro 

Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow 

Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco 

It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe 

TV screens, margarita machines with street marines 

Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings 

If it means anything this for all my G's 

I'm in jail cause I forgot my f**king ABC's 

Another DWI, drunk and f**king high 

I'll be out before the motherf**king sun can touch the sky 

They call me young Thurston Howell the Third 

And that's my word 

I'm a swang, I'm a swerve 

I'm a park and scrape the curve 

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[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Why when I'm not high does my life 

Feel like it's missing something 

I know that I must be high 

So that I can function 

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious 

No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches 

Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons 

F**k em so good they wake up and wash dishes 

The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits 

No French kisses and no hippopotamuses 

I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me 

As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney 

I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em 

Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet 

em 

Shut em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie 

Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy 

My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy 

Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys ugly 

Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle 

Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle 

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I walks in the club, a grabbing on my dick 

As the police officers patting down my click 

They say my bandana breaks the dress code 

Every fine f**king bitch I see is my ex ho 

I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling 

Believe me this my calling it's time to do you all in 

Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what 

Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum 

Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's land 

Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am 

The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling 

Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin 

Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper 

Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga 

Hook like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous 

I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias' 

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