Lyrics:

I'm taking incoming rounds
And it looks like the grounds
Coming way too quick by the sounds all around
But over the horizon I'm compilin' the style
She makes me wild
And yo, it's been a while
Yeah, my one and only
Livin' the story
You beguiles the glory, smokey
Heat up all night long
Burn the red house down
You put it on 'til it's gone

She gets me high in the middle of the mornin'
She gets me high in the middle of the day
And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night
I will be blazed till my dying day

She gets me high in the middle of the mornin'
She gets me high in the middle of the day
And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night
I will be blazed till my dying day

Yeah, I'm roasting on coals of suppression
Not stressin' the mess I'm in
Can't live your life regretting
I'm betting you're like me
I'm betting you can see
The light from the fire on the eastern tree
Machine guns all around you
Machine guns pointed at me
Building the son, intending, imposing
Engrossing and posing with cinders of poison
Get it hot here on the street for free

She gets me high in the middle of the mornin'
She gets me high in the middle of the day
And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night
I will be blazed till my dying day

She gets me high in the middle of the mornin'
She gets me high in the middle of the day
And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night
I will be blazed till my dying day

She gets me high in the middle of the mornin'
She gets me high in the middle of the day
And when I rolls her tight, she keeps me high all night
I will be blazed till my dying day