Boo just pass me the Percocet
But I don't know if shit workin' yet
Tokyo pass me the drank
'Night I ain't really tryna think
We walkin' through the gateway drug
Going way way up

I swear I can see the ceiling
I'm faded feelin'
A cold nigga ain't never chillin'
With no fake chillers
Pussy money and religion, who ain't willin'?
I think this bogus she sent me her addie'
Got an Addy to help her focus
Snuck her a line of coke
But dope ain't nobody notice
Got the shroom with the lemon juice
High as a flying lotus
Room spinnin' (Room spinnin')
Fanta chuckin' the duce in it
Who trippin' (Who trippin')
Mmkay well that's who business
DMT and MDMA in the DNA
Whatever you rollin' she hope it's
Laced with nothing safe (Unsafe)
'Cause these minds race without the brakes
(Without the brakes)
We still here through God's grace
(God's grace) sativa hit ya like Sharkeisha
You get too high I kick your
Ass out like Martin and Gina

Boo just pass me the Percocet
But I don't know if shit workin' yet
Tokyo pass me the drank
'Night I ain't really tryna think
We walkin' through the gateway drug
Going way way up

It seem like I done got so high
I think I'm kissing angels
The weed broaden my horizons
I see different angles
But if I take another Perc it'll
Put me right in motion don't need no candy
You mix Codine with the right potion
Let me get the blue Fanta
I make you trip and wanna
Threesome with these two dancers
I'm super lit that we got
Faded like a color T
I'm painting pictures it was me, Mona
And Lisa in the
Blink of an eye it was like me, Mya
And Keyshia must be seeing shit that ain't
Who I was leavin' with
Don't take the whole thing, here we can share
Take a piece of this
You ever get so high you
Get to prayin' Lord listen
You gotta bring me back down
I'm serious Lord hear me
I swear I won't get high again
So before our battle we can not
Be tryin' to fly again
Back to kissin' angels down
Why am I so high?

Boo just pass me the Percocet
But I don't know if shit workin' yet
Tokyo pass me the drank
'Night I ain't really tryna think
Walkin' through the gateway drug
Going way way up

Shit, who is but the dopest
So far from hopeless
Tide clean you niggas soapless
My dick golden get Rick Owens

Rollie on my wrist, it cost my forty racks
The OG hit the blunt he had a heart attack
Damn, they just sent a text
And I didn't write her back
We got money and respect
Now where my power at?

Sip, throwback a Perc and Dro shoulder lean
I ain't smellin' none of you
Niggaa but my nose clean
Might have bitches sniffin' lines
Till they nose bleed
I'm higher than Meth and Red in
How High on that ivory hallucinate
Shouldn't have never ate them damn shrooms
Got me like wild and revving
Up in my damn room, i might be trippin'
Hundred K
My Bent sleep in the interview tell
Management to blame the Xana
I thought it was some candy

Boo just pass me the Percocet
But I don't know if shit workin' yet
Tokyo pass me the drank
'Night I ain't really tryna think
Walkin' through the gateway drug
Going way way up

Walkin' through the gateway drug
Going way way up

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Writer(s): CHANDLER DURHAM, KEDRAL LONG, JR., SHAUNTRELL PENDER, TRANSLEE MACKLIN, WESLEY TYLER GLASS