Oh
I
Uh
Okay
Uh
Okay
Okay
I wanna get high
So I gotta keep reaching that height
I wanna get fly
(Fly)
So I gotta keep smoking that flight (Flight)
Real blunt's longer than the walk of shame
Only smoke shit with a filthy name
No-dirt weed like Mr. Clean
It's no mystery I got a history
Now I don't need that
Got self control, believe that
Up until Bieber's backstage
Yelling "where the weed at?"
So we're T-glowing, where that weak amount
Where that self control that I talked about
Staying comfortable up in a weed cloud
*I'm staying comfortable up in a weed cloud*
Roll Joe like wet burritos
I smoke count in amigos
Hit the cha-cha in my chinos
Like, yo quiero some Doritos, boy
Skip class and I still pass
High school day got ill traps
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Smoking on that Keisha Cole
Hit it once now he knows love
And smoking's not my usual
But I can't seem to give it up
I'm under control
I swear
I'm under control
Been long way down this road
And the past that gets me high
But you swear it's getting old
Got my cup full of liquor
And love, and so
You should slow down
I'll show you how to roll (Roll, oh, oh)
I'll show you how to roll
I'll show you how to ro-oh-oll (Roll, oh, oh)
I'll show you how to roll
Call me uncle Jessie (Yeah)
I can rent you jet skis (Yeah) (Wee)
You can drink my liquor (My)
And I can buy you swishers
Soul sister, you cold sister
I grow witcha, do blow witcha
Soul glitter, I slow dick her
Like come hither then come in her
Hung baby you a young sliver
I bust a nut gotta yell timber
I'm a young skipper got a young ginger
In the viper room like I'm young river
Roll a crutch like my blunt injured
Free bird bumping Lynyrd Skynyrd
Rolling up a pinner before I pin her
I'm a born sinner, she a warm dinner
She a porn picture, Im an orange JIPSTER
Thats a motorbike
Now hold on tight, while I pour the sprite
Alright?
Ay, yo, this is BFA Nacho, though
Notice I ain't even fucking cuss on the whole fucking verse, ha ha
Ay, man. I turned over a new fucking leaf, boy
Marijuana leaf
Alright
I'm under control (My bad, lets go one more time)
I swear
I'm under control
Been long way down this road
And the past that gets me high
But you swear it's getting old
Got my cup full of liquor
And love, and so
You should slow down
I'll show you how to roll (Roll, oh, oh)
I'll show you how to roll
I'll show you how to ro-oh-oh-oll (Roll, oh, oh)
I'll show you how to roll