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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 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 SongtexteI'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 Life's no fairy tale I know all too 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 (Yeah) 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 Starin' at the moon like galaxy of weed smoke I can make you feel right, baby, just let me know Take my hand, follow me and I'll give you what you need, girl Life is tough, take a puff, open up, see the world See it through my eyes, looking down as I fly high Flying no lower in the sky rise, I'm up in the clouds with the wi-fi And I'm floating, floating Bullshit, nigga, don't allow We're Soul Plane, nigga, I'm the pilot With the best gas, no doubt about it It's potent, legalize it Give a nigga freedom, I got the pre-rolls, no leak holes Baby, if you need them, get your life and your mind right By myself or the limelight, just take a puff and I'm light If I could fly I would probably never come down With all of the bullshit and 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 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 it Aus Songtexte Mania