[Intro: Proof]

Pills I pop 'em, pills I count 'em, pills I pop 'em

Pills I count 'em, pills I pop 'em

Pills! (High! We get high!)

Pills! (Promatic nigga!)

[Verse 1: Dogmatic]

I stepped in the place with a blunt in my face

And I ain't tryna catch a case but I think this shit laced (Damn)

Maybe I should do like Ma$e and stop rapping

Stop smoking, stop drinking, stop laughing

It ain't nothing else to do on the earth

To get high enough to flirt and count these smurfs

Little blue motherfuckers running all in your purse

Am I tweaking? Man I must don't know what I'm worth

That's what they tell me, it feels like I'm under a curse

I am so high, Sicknotes making me burp *Burp*

Yo pass the Hpnotiq and give me a slurp

Shit got mе doing karate, protecting my turf

Shit got me holding my body and stomach to hurt

(Roll anothеr!) In the party store making outbursts

I'm sick, I told yall that last record

Ain't that a bitch? I just can't seem to remember (Remember)

[Chorus: Ian Anderson]

Flying so high

Trying to remember

How many cigarettes

Did I bring along?

[Verse 2: Proof]

My plan is wildin' from Xanax poppin'

Fantasing of sodomising Janis Joplin (You hear that?)

This OxyContin has got my mouth rotten

Watching the teethless sharks in the dark plot

This bar is packed, Bizarre's in back

With 'Matic and Hendrix smoking cigars with crack

Cardiac arrest, I'm pressed to get to

River Phoenix wanna sniff and press the issue

But Jimmy Morris will give me more XEN

Open the doors with one E-tabs broken in fours

'Pac passed again, so patient

Biggie slapped my hand and said "You're fucking up the rotation!"

Phyllis Hyman said "Pun is over there"

Miles Davis tapped me and said "You ain't done with them squares?"

My eyes look black after I swallow three

Pills, in the light Aaliyah said "Follow Me"

[Chorus: Ian Anderson & Guilty Simpson]

Flying so high (Dogmatic whatupdoe)

Trying to remember (Big Proof whatupdoe, Guilty Simpson, uh uh)

How many cigarettes (Let's go)

Did I bring along?

[Verse 3: Guilty Simpson]

I got an airhead bitch trying Pablos though

Now she letting niggas ride like the Boblo Boat

I'm running hoes with a runny nose

I don't toot but the marijuana manages to get my loot

Easy, get so high you might see me

Laugh at something I see on the turned off TV

I sprinkle keef into fronto leaf

When I wake I chief before I brush my teeth, for real

I'ma keep it blazing

Black male with White Widow, you can say I'm interracial dating

I'm here to get lifted in the truck, I don't give a fuck

People telling me that I smoke too much

I'ma die high, fly guy, hoes logging on like I'm Wi-Fi

Pulling take home out of my ties

'Cause ain't nobody dope as us

I'll go up rawest blunt and let him smoke me up, for real

[Chorus: Ian Anderson & Guilty Simpson]

Flying so high (Open your mouth and see)

Trying to remember (Yeah)

How many cigarettes (Detroit City, Detroit, with who?)

Did I bring along? (Mister boy)

Flying so high

Trying to remember

How many cigarettes

Did I bring along?