Good Times
Styles P Lyrics


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I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high on your memory
High on your memory
High on your memory
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
High

Everyday I need an ounce and a half
SP, the only flow-er that you know with a bounce and a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave
I get high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now
And I'd rather roll something up
'Cause if I'm sober dog, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up
I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone, mothafucker case I'm dyin' tonight
So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come and splatter the hood

I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory) (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high
High

Ayo, I smoke like a chimney
Matter fact I, smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies
Spit with the finishing touch, get this that
I'ma finish you before I finish the Dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchange
I get a rush off the blood on the walls
You understand, like the M5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor
I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?
And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you

I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory) (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high
High

I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse
I'm from a era where niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where a dollar bill is powerful
I smoke weed 'cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do
High for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'
With my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin'
Shit, I get as high as I could
'Cause if you see things, like I see things, I'ma die in the hood
Mothafucka understand it's full service for you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
And you can name any rapper if you want, he can die
This is SP dumpin' in you, bitch, I get high

I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory) (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (I am the Ghost)
I get high, high, high, high (flow with me)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory)
I get high, high, high, high




I get high, high, high, high
High

Overall Meaning

In his song Good Times, Styles P repeatedly sings about getting high. As the lyrics progress, he starts to share why he smokes so much weed. He mentions how he's in a tough area and how the guns around him are a constant reminder of that fact. He also alludes to the pain he feels and how smoking is the only way to alleviate it. Additionally, he raps about how he gets high because he sees things differently from other people and how he is not afraid to die in the hood.


One could interpret the song's lyrics as a commentary on the struggles Styles P has faced in his life. He's seeking to escape the harsh realities of his environment & the memories of painful experiences that he can't shake off. Styles P's love for weed is a coping mechanism, a way to intentionally get lost in his own head and the world of sensory pleasure the drug provides. This sentiment is further hinted at by the line "I get high on your memory." This line could be interpreted in different ways, but what stands out is the fact that the subject for the high is a memory. It suggests that smoking weed is an emotional crutch for the rapper, a way to relive or escape from reality, albeit temporarily.


Line by Line Meaning

I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
Every day, every night, all the time, I'm constantly getting high


I get high on your memory, high on your memory, HIGH on your memory
My memories of you are what fuel my constant need to get high


Everyday I need an ounce and a half
I require a specific amount of marijuana for my daily use


S.P.; the only flower that you know, with a bounce and a half
I am the only weed you need, and I'll provide an extra kick


Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
I require a significant amount of money for my lifestyle


So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I want to roll a joint, get in my car, and cruise around the neighborhood


I get high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
Living in a dangerous neighborhood with firearms nearby is stressful enough to warrant getting high


It take a blunt, just to ease the pain that humbled me now
Smoking helps me deal with the emotional pain that's subdued me


And I'd rather roll somethin' up; cause if I'm sober dog
If I'm not high, I might act impulsively and violently


I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin' up
I'm prone to becoming erratic and potentially violent if sober


I get high as a kite; I'm in the zone all alone
Getting high helps me feel separated from the world, lost in my own thoughts


Motherfucker case I'm dyin' tonight (it happen tonight)
I'm always in danger, so I need to be prepared for the worst, including death


So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could (uh-huh)
I roll my joints as big as possible, smoking them one after the other


You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood
I'm willing to be violent to defend my reputation and the reputation of my neighborhood


Aiyyo I smoke like a chim-in-ney
I smoke a lot, frequently and with large amounts


Matter fact I, smoke like a gun, when a killer see his enemy
Similar to how a killer might feverishly shoot at their enemy, I smoke relentlessly


I smoke like Bob Marley did; add to that
I smoke just as much (if not more) than the legendary Bob Marley


That I smoke like the hippies did, back in the 70's
My excessive smoking habits are reminiscent of those popular in the '70s counterculture


Spit with the finishin' touch - get this, that
My rap style is unique and polished


I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch
I'm so committed to victory that I'll finish defeating you before I finish smoking my joint


I get high like the birds and the planes
I get extremely high, like being up in the sky with planes and birds


I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged
Violent situations which involve gunfire or conflict bring out my need to get high


I get a rush, off the blood on the walls, you understand?
Violence and the sight of the aftermath excite me


Like the, M-5 pedal, when it's touchin' the floor
I experience a similar rush to that of a car accelerating at high speeds


I get high cause fuck it, what's better to do?
When life is rough and there's nothing else to look forward to, getting high is a simple pleasure


And I'mma never give a fuck (that's right) cause I'm better than you
I don't care what anyone thinks about my lifestyle because I believe I'm superior to them


I'mma smoke 'til my lungs collapse; I'm from a era where
I'll continue to smoke until I physically can't anymore, as I come from a generation that values this lifestyle


Niggas cause terror over guns and crack
My community is wracked by violence and drug addiction


Where a dollar bill is powerful; I smoke weed cause
Money is scarce and power is hard to come by, so weed is all I have


Time seem precious, and I, know what a hour do (I know dat)
I value my time and understand that life can be cut short at any moment


High for a livin', gots ta, ride for a livin'
Weed is what I live for and I'll defend that lifestyle with my life


With my, real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin' (die my niggas)
I'm surrounded by people who are willing to die to protect their gangster lifestyle


Shit I get as high as I could; cause if you see things
If you saw the world as I did, you'd want to be as high as possible, too


Like I see things, that I'mma die in the hood (right here)
The danger I'm in is always on my mind, and I know I could die where I currently live


Motherfucker understand it's full service to you
This lifestyle is who I am and what I stand for


I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
I'm picky about the quality of weed I smoke and won't settle for lesser strains


And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die (anybody)
I'm confident enough in my abilities that I could destroy any rapper if needed


This is S.P., dump it in you bitch, I get high
I'm Styles P, listen to my music and get high with me




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Robert Hankerson, Marilyn Mc Leod, Pamela Joan Sawyer, David Styles

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@jim7509

This song holds a special place in my heart, it’s just so 00s. As soon as it starts I feel like I’m a teenager again

@jarridwoody7454

Same

@juliov982

@@jarridwoody7454 I go back to high school wearing fubu,ecko and timberland. This the jam

@JohnDee633

Swear reminds me of a friend passing in High school

@yodathehutt1557

Yup, that's one thing that's amazing about music.
I feel the same way it really is like a time machine, I'm instantly back to being 15 years old.
I swear sometimes it's so vivid. Quick question, do you get goosebumps often when listening to music?

@MichaelVariste-uz4lz

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@babysnoop84

It was the time when hip-hop music had crews. Ruff Ryders, Diplomats, State Property, Terror Squad, G-Unit... good times!

@Broken_Native96

babysnoop31 really miss those days bro!

@danivanon

diplomats are still the shit

@cierrahp9702

No limit was my fave. I was rocking that tank in middle and high school.

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