"Morning's 1st High" lyrics
South Park Mexican, Devin The Dude & Yolanda G Lyrics
A ver, Carlos, ¿dónde está?
Porque yo sé que está aquí
Mom, she's not here
No me mientas, no me mientas
No te quiero con esa mujer
¿Dónde la tienes metida?
Mom, she's in my pocket
And I don't care what anyone says, I'll always love her
María Juana is my wife
And now that she has purple hair, I love her even more
Ay, soy capaz de agarrarte donde no—
I gotta brush my teeth 'cause I just woke-woke
I thought I had a roach, or did it get smoked?
Oh, I found it, it was deep in my left pocket
Took three hits, burned my fingers, then I dropped it
Damn, I put another hole in my new sheets
Look to my left and I see two freaks
Hop out of bed, oh, my thoughts just drifted
Man, it just hit me, I feel kinda different
Lifted, twisted, splifted, splendid
All I smoked is murder, I don't smoke attempted
I'm higher than a frequent flyer, on the playa
In the sun layin' down on my Scooby-Doo toalla
The chips of my thumb and somebody-shot-me finger
Is browner than a motherfuckin' mariachi singer
When I wake up in the morning, 'bout 3 p.m.
I gotta get a hit of that green weed, man
Nothing can compare to the morning's first high
Feeling like a dove that got lost in the sky
Got me higher than your father's blood pressure when it rises
Think I'm even higher than the fucking gas prices
Nothing can compare to the morning's first high
Feeling like a dove that got lost in the sky
Got me higher than your father's blood pressure when it rises
Think I'm even higher than the fucking gas prices
Early in the morning, rolling up, soaking up the sun
On the balcony, hoping that the neighbors don't try to hassle me
Morning first high, rise and shine, wake and bake
I smoke before I work, while I'm working, and when I take a break
Make no mistakes, the best, yes, it's gotta be
And if it's not quality, my nigga, follow me
I know a bro who grows, he has a license
'Bout a thirty-minute drive, but his prices the nicest
High as a kite, soon as I've ignited
They try to Toucan Sam my shit, so I try to hide it
In my drawers from them laws, that was back in the gap
Now the weed is damn-near legal, got a sack in my lap
As I dip and I sip on the coffee of course
All the weed that I buy, I could've bought me a Porsche
But it's indica, sativa, either, I want it
I smoke all day, but I save something for in the morning 'cause
Nothing can compare to the morning's first high
Feeling like a dove that got lost in the sky
Got me higher than your father's blood pressure when it rises
Think I'm even higher than the fucking gas prices
Nothing can compare to the morning's first high
Feeling like a dove that got lost in the sky
Got me higher than your father's blood pressure when it rises
Think I'm even higher than the fucking gas prices
¿Seguro que ya te metiste esa porquería?
No puedo creerlo
Ay, hijo de la fregada, es que ya no sé qué hacer contigo
O sea, también me la voy a llevar entre las patas a la hija de la chingada
Ahorita voy a ir a su casa y voy a decirle a su mamá
En qué chingados anda, para que se ocupe de su hija
Porque yo sé que está aquí
Mom, she's not here
No me mientas, no me mientas
No te quiero con esa mujer
¿Dónde la tienes metida?
Mom, she's in my pocket
And I don't care what anyone says, I'll always love her
María Juana is my wife
And now that she has purple hair, I love her even more
Ay, soy capaz de agarrarte donde no—
I gotta brush my teeth 'cause I just woke-woke
I thought I had a roach, or did it get smoked?
Oh, I found it, it was deep in my left pocket
Took three hits, burned my fingers, then I dropped it
Damn, I put another hole in my new sheets
Look to my left and I see two freaks
Hop out of bed, oh, my thoughts just drifted
Man, it just hit me, I feel kinda different
Lifted, twisted, splifted, splendid
All I smoked is murder, I don't smoke attempted
I'm higher than a frequent flyer, on the playa
In the sun layin' down on my Scooby-Doo toalla
The chips of my thumb and somebody-shot-me finger
Is browner than a motherfuckin' mariachi singer
When I wake up in the morning, 'bout 3 p.m.
I gotta get a hit of that green weed, man
Nothing can compare to the morning's first high
Feeling like a dove that got lost in the sky
Got me higher than your father's blood pressure when it rises
Think I'm even higher than the fucking gas prices
Nothing can compare to the morning's first high
Feeling like a dove that got lost in the sky
Got me higher than your father's blood pressure when it rises
Think I'm even higher than the fucking gas prices
Early in the morning, rolling up, soaking up the sun
On the balcony, hoping that the neighbors don't try to hassle me
Morning first high, rise and shine, wake and bake
I smoke before I work, while I'm working, and when I take a break
Make no mistakes, the best, yes, it's gotta be
And if it's not quality, my nigga, follow me
I know a bro who grows, he has a license
'Bout a thirty-minute drive, but his prices the nicest
High as a kite, soon as I've ignited
They try to Toucan Sam my shit, so I try to hide it
In my drawers from them laws, that was back in the gap
Now the weed is damn-near legal, got a sack in my lap
As I dip and I sip on the coffee of course
All the weed that I buy, I could've bought me a Porsche
But it's indica, sativa, either, I want it
I smoke all day, but I save something for in the morning 'cause
Nothing can compare to the morning's first high
Feeling like a dove that got lost in the sky
Got me higher than your father's blood pressure when it rises
Think I'm even higher than the fucking gas prices
Nothing can compare to the morning's first high
Feeling like a dove that got lost in the sky
Got me higher than your father's blood pressure when it rises
Think I'm even higher than the fucking gas prices
¿Seguro que ya te metiste esa porquería?
No puedo creerlo
Ay, hijo de la fregada, es que ya no sé qué hacer contigo
O sea, también me la voy a llevar entre las patas a la hija de la chingada
Ahorita voy a ir a su casa y voy a decirle a su mamá
En qué chingados anda, para que se ocupe de su hija
