Before I Got High lyrics

I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
My room is still messed up and I know why
`Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I`m taking it next semester and I know why
`Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
Now I`m selling dope and I know why
`Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
They took my whole paycheck and I know why
`Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I wasn`t gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic and I know why
`Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I was gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
Now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
`Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high (I`m serious)
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
Now I`m jacking off and I know why
`Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
Now I`m sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
`Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I`m gonna stop singing this song because I`m high
I`m singing this whole thing wrong because I`m high
And if I don`t sell one copy I know why
`Cause I`m high
`Cause I`m high
`Cause I`m high

Say what, say what

`Cause I`m high
`Cause I`m high
`Cause I`m high

Well my name is Afroman and I’m from East Palmdale (East Palmdale)
And all the tumbleweed I be smokin’ is bomb as hell (excellent delivery)
I don’t believe in Hitler, that’s what I said (Oh my goodness)
So all of you Skins, (Skins?) please give me more head
(Muuu-fuuuucc) Buccoooooooc!

A, E, I, O, U
A, E, I, O, U, and sometimes W
We ain’t gonna sell none of these mutha fuckin’ albums
Let’s go back to Marshall Durbin and hang some more chickens, cuz

Fuck the corporate world biatch
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