Lyrics : Micah Powell/Jhené Aiko Efuru Chilombo/Greg Edwards
Music : Micah Powell/Jhené Aiko Efuru Chilombo/Greg Edwards
Wassup man what you want
Ayy man let me get a eighth man
You want a eighth
You want that fat eighth or a little eighth
How much money you got
Get out my pockets homie let me just get a regular eighth
Alright well come on in don't touch nothin' either
Smell this this is I just got this right here from Cambodia it's a Cambodia Crispy
This ain't no Cambodia Crispy
Look man okay I'ma be honest that's really CBD
Just give me thirty seven dollars and you can have that
If I could fly
I would probably never come down
With all of the bullshit
Confusion on the ground
I wish that I was high
'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud
So I'm gonna call the bros
Tell 'em "Roll up one right now"
I'm tryna smoke
I'm so high I'm so high I'm so high ah ah
That's just how I get by ah ah ah ah ah
Lift that bird to the mother****ing sky ah ah
That's that pill that's that fire fire ah ah
I'm tryna smoke
Don't you cry don't you cry I I I ain't full high
I'ma ride it I just need to put my mind at ease
Yeah
Someone tell my baby mama I'm just tryna keep the peace
I ain't here for all that drama I'm tryna smoke
Ooh ooh ooh
Life's no fairytale I know all too well
Well
Gotta plant the seed sometime
Then you let it grow
Inhale exhale some more
Heaven in Hell
If you know you know
That shit is beautiful
You gotta just let it go
Spark up a blunt and smoke
You better blow that shit out man
Yeah yeah
If I could fly
If I could fly yeah
I would probably never come down
Yeah
With all of the bullshit
All of
Confusion on the ground
I wish that I was high
'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud
You know I can't live that way
So I'm gonna call the bros
Tell 'em "Roll up one right now"
I'm tryna smoke
Tryna keep myself from looking over the edge
Over the edge
I know life's a bitch but she could at least give me head
Least give me head
Sometimes I mean is that too much to ask
Too much to ask
That's why lately I've been smokin' on gas
Smokin' on gas
I know God is good I know he keep me alive
I be probably talking to him most when I'm high
When I'm high I see all this shit crystal clear
When I'm high I see through the smoke and the mirrors
If I could fly
I would probably never come down
With all of the bullshit
Confusion on the ground
I wish that I was high
'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud
So I'm gonna call the bros
Tell 'em "Roll up one right now"
I'm tryna smoke
He's a janky dealer why you make me drink
What you want bruh what you want man
Smell this right here man
Man it's passionfruit
Man that's Coleslaw OG baby
The **** is Coleslaw OG
Just gimme 65 dollars
65 dollars You got me ****ed up
Okay well gimme 48 dollars man come on man
That's a fat bag baby
48 dollars
That's whole as you can't even close the bag man
Come on man godd**n I c gas is goin' up
Gimme 39 dollars d**n it