Smoking

Smoke

Where's my lighter?

I need something to start a brush fire

I need something to help me touch higher

Now I'm in the clouds, puffing on loud

Smoking on some, smoking on some, smoking on some

Vibing out

Getting our minds right then riding out

We do it this way any given day

Focus on I, toking on hay

Just to get by, I'm rolling up haze

Rolling up haze

Burning time

Burning fine in a white pair of J's

Smoke two times, white pair of J's

Some might say

Smoking on some, smoking on some, smoking on some

Every day

Smoking on some, smoking on some, smoking on some

Boy, that weed that smell good and all

Smoking on some, smoking on some, smoking on some

Take a draw for that there

Smoking on some, smoking on some, smoking on some

Smoking on some, smoking on some

I took the L when he passed it

Exhale then I take flight

Before this puff I hated life

Can't tell me this ain't right

Can't tell me this ain't nice

Chronic pillows in the friendly skies

White sheets where Mary lies

Slow motion like I'm paralyzed

Can't tell me this ain't tight

Smoking on some, smoking on some, smoking on some

With the crew

Burning a few when there's nothing else to do

Sipping on brown, maybe crack a brew

Fam stop by, passing through

Twisting up more, he got a bag too

Another session, that's my cue

To what? To burn something new

Smoking on some, smoking on some, smoking on some

Every day

Smoking on some, smoking on some, smoking on some

And if the pigs come sniffing

Keep quiet, we ain't tripping

Smoking on some, smoking on some, smoking on some

Every day

Last night was an exceptional night

I had about at least 15 people sitting right up under me

Getting high as a motherfucker

I mean I could smell the shit all through the set

By the end of the night I played about 40 minutes overtime

I was so fucked up myself