Burned Out, High’d Up

[Intro]
A flavor preserved by vacuum packing
The flavor retained by refrigeration after the jar has been opened
Just taste it, you can’t miss that delicate aroma
That clean, mellow taste
Tee beats, nigga

[Chorus: Willie Sees Green]
Burned out, highed up
Let me get in my zone
(Let me get in my zone)
Burned out, highed up
Let me get in my zone
Keep a nug of that fluff tucked in a pack of blunts where I go
Burned out, highed up
You were blowing money with the bitches in the backdrop
I was in the club with a goddamn laptop
Black leather bag, two blunts and a stash spot
Running with a half not, game on padlock, get ‘em

[Verse 1: CP]
Everybody better pipe down when I’m on
And there ain’t no telling what the hell that I might do
I’m in my zone
I don’t need nobody tryna tell me how to live my life (true)
Cause I’m draped up and I’m dripped out
I get highed up and I stay burnt out
I’ve been on my shit (I’ve been on my shit)
You might want to learn how to turn it down
Cause we the dopest local, no denying that
I got ziplock bags full of tar black
(Got ziplock bags full of tar black)
And the have nots still got my back
In the back of the club with the gat and the laptop
Hoping to buy my daughter a crib on the lake
With a view and a brand new ragtop
But if not then I’m on the blacktop with the stash in my sock

[Chorus: Willie Sees Green]
Burned out, highed up
Let me get in my zone
(Let me get in my zone)
Burned out, highed up
Let me get in my zone
Keep a nug of that fluff tucked in a pack of blunts where I go
Burned out, highed up
You were blowing money with the bitches in the backdrop
I was in the club with a goddamn laptop
Black leather bag, two blunts and a stash spot
Running with a half not, game on padlock, get ‘em

[Sample]
The flavor retained by refrigeration after the jar has been opened
Just taste it, you can’t miss that delicate aroma

[Verse 2: Willie Sees Green]
My kush is purple, my dreams are blue
(My kush is purple, my dreams are blue)
You wanna smoke with me, I wanna smoke with you
(You wanna smoke with me, I wanna smoke with you)
That lemon haze and that orange crush (orange crush)
Not royalty, but I’m comfortable so grab more blunts
As I smoke and dream of my tour bus
Or a hippie van with a cool chick, just cruising
Wishing I was fifteen and foolish, you know?
Back was new shit was still new shit
And now new shit is all old shit
And I have hope, just trying to where my bowl is like

[Chorus: Willie Sees Green]
Burned out, highed up
Let me get in my zone
(Let me get in my zone)
Burned out, highed up
Let me get in my zone
Keep a nug of that fluff tucked in a pack of blunts where I go
Burned out, highed up
You were blowing money with the bitches in the backdrop
I was in the club with a goddamn laptop
Black leather bag, two blunts and a stash spot
Running with a half not, game on padlock, get ‘em

[Outro]
That delicate aroma