[Verse 1: 2.1]
Rollin' up just like always
Stoner, pothead student floatin' down the hallways
Probably late to my 1st class
Last night writing, twistin' rolling up grass
So I got no homework to turn in
Lunch session Deuces asking me if we burnin'
Reply yeah, but I'm still stuck in Economics
Hoodie on headphones secretly playing the Chronic
I probably should be listening
Head in the clouds, rollin' like Michelin
In the fall could of been enrolling into Michigan
But I got these buck eyes, thinking bout this bitch again
Mary Jane Mary Jane she stay on my brain
In the back of the class waiting for the bell to rang
In the back of the class waiting for my bell to rang

(Hook) Talking
Now you see why I call this shit Hi-School
Shit I was probably high from the end of sophomore year probably to graduation
We was blazing
On every occasion
That wasn't even suppose to be a rhyme
After session

[Verse 2: 2.1]
Found my homegirl and asked her for stick of gum
Reg you too smart for that why you gotta hit the blunt?
Call it high school, so I like to study high
Breaking down weed got crumbs in my study guide
Take the test bet I'll pass with flying colors
Even though failing math took away a couple summers
Before your next class let me get a dab of lotion
I know I wreak got a grab bag of that potent
Don't want the whole class to know that I was smokin'
Talking shit and steady joking
Like why wasn't I invited
In the back of the class hoodie on still quite
In the back of the class hoodie on still quite
Stoner chicks asking, why I wasn't invited