Up In Smoke Lyrics

Hollywood Undead


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Jorel Decker, Daniel Murillo, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek, Griffin Boice
album: Track 10 in album Notes from the Underground
release date: 2013-1-8
popularity : 7 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop Rock
length: 3:38

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Hollywood Undead Notes from the Underground cover art
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So everybody get
down,like you just
got outta rehab

And i’m so
high!
And i’m so
high!

Oh no, the bottle’s low, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, we up in smoke, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, the bottle’s low, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, we up in smoke, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!

Oh, shit, damn, had a couple too many!
Didn’t have shit planned, micin’ vodka with Henny!
Now i can’t sit down, cos i’m already spinnin’!
Actin’ like a rich man, spendin every pennie!
So everybody get down, like you just got outta rehab!
Let’s get fucked up, put on your helmet and kneepads!
Cos’ i’m so high, can’t feel my face!
Cos’ me and weed go together like Diddy and Mace!

So everybody get down, like you just got outta rehab!
And everybody get down, like you just got outta rehab

Oh no, the bottle’s low, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, we up in smoke, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, the bottle’s low, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, we up in smoke, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!

I fuck with a six pack, bong or a zig zag!
Shit, don’t puke here, choke on a tic-tac!
I walk the line but my eyes are crooked!
Couple more drinks bitch, now you’re good lookin’
Motherfuckin’ real hollywood, not some b-list actor!
I’m faded as fuck and watch me moonwalk backwards!
It’s house party, Los Angeles!
So fucked up on bud, our middle fingers are up!

So everybody get down, like you just got outta rehab!
And everybody get down, like you just got outta rehab!

Oh no, the bottle’s low, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, we up in smoke, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, the bottle’s low, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, we up in smoke, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!

I blow everything, and every day in the low-low!
I roll slow cos’ i’m allergic to po-po!
I smoke the dose, when i chill with the cholos!
and y’all smoke dope, cos’ you chillin’ with homos!
I sip patrone, and i chase it with SoCo!
Pants so low, got my balls in a choke hold!
Bitches gettin’ naked and posin’ for photos!
and hoppin’ on my dick like my shit is a fosco!

So everybody get down, like you just got outta rehab!
Let’s get fucked up, put on your helmet and kneepads!
cos’ i’m so high, can’t feel my face!
cos’ me and weed go together like Charlie and J-dog!(2x)

Oh no, the bottle’s low, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, we up in smoke, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, the bottle’s low, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!
Oh no, we up in smoke, and i can’t feel my face no mo’!

Oh no! and i’m so high!
Oh no! and i’m so high!
Oh no! and i’m so high!
Oh no! and i’m so high!



Track Listing


Digital Media 1
  • 1 Dead Bite
  • 2 From the Ground
  • 3 Another Way Out
  • 4 Lion
  • 5 We Are
  • 6 Pigskin
  • 7 Rain
  • 8 Kill Everyone
  • 9 Believe
  • 10 Up In Smoke
  • 11 Outside