We'll be burning bushes
Hi high high grades
Yoooo lord
High grade is going thru my head
And that is the reason why my eyes are turning red
Its going thru my head am feeling red
Everytime I get a spliff or if I got to have it
I need high grade
Its going tru my head, Head head, rizzlelah
Dont bring me no bush i need the best
So if you cannot find me i will be heading down the west
Lay back relieve the stress, oh yes
They will not legalize it
Cause they know we'll reap the profit
I need high grade
It is going thru my head, head, head
High grade is going thru my head
And that is the reason why my eyes are turning red
Ohh its in my head am feeling red
Pass me a rizzlelah get a quarter pound from Sizzla
I need high grade
In the morining breeze
Blowing thru the trees
And i just pick leaf
From the high grade tree
Put into my chalice
Let it burn
High grade is going thru my head
And that is the reason why my eyes are turning red
Its going thru my head am feeling red
Everytime I get a spliff or if I got to have it
I need high grade
Its going tru my head
One more time, high grade
High grade is going thru my head
And that is the reason why my eyes are turning red
Ohh its in my head am feeling red
Pass me a rizzlelah get a quarter pound from Sizzla
I need high grade
Burn it in the morning
Or even night or noon
Blaze it in the evening
Writer(s): Lowell Fillmore Dunbar, Donald Anthony Dennis, Philip Burrell, Oral Brown
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