[Intro] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Post-Chorus] 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 motherfucking 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
[Verse 1] 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
[Break] You better blow that shit out, man Yeah, yeah
[Chorus] 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
[Verse 2] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Outro] 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 fuck is Coleslaw OG? Just gimme 65 dollars 65 dollars? You got me fucked up Okay, well, gimme 48 dollars man, come on man That's a fat bag, baby 48 dollars? That's a whole ass— you can't even close the bag, man Come on, man, goddamn, I c—, gas is goin' up Gimme 39 dollars, damn itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
