Smoke a Zip
I just woke up in a rocket ship
I guess I'm getting high pass it take another hit
I be feelin like an astronaut
Flying thru the sky doin this n what not
Blow a zip it got me goin through the ozone
Just fuck an old bitch i had to get a new phone
Still dont answer no leave a message at the tone
Time to go
Time to go like no ones home
I Be in my bag just like the ziplock
Wanna get tha bread ya just gotta twist tye
Ya Wastin ya ticks
Ya All on ya tocks
Hickory dickory
Aint never gone dock
Checkin the time
Eyein the clock
Stayin so fly
We Rollin in flocks
Pullin sticky out tha zippy little modern hippy ridin round got hambo with me
We just blow the whole thang
Talm bout the zip yeah we blew the whole bag
Rastafari boys ya we jammin reggae
You know we be goin ham
Yeah
You know we be rollin up bats
Yeah
It hit you in the face
You Ain't never comin back
Damn
I ain't ever lookin back
Yeah
History I put it in raps
Yeah
All the kids be doin drugs
Behind they parents back
I just woke up in a rocket ship
I guess I'm getting high pass it take another hit
I be feelin like an astronaut
Flying thru the sky doin this n what not
All my bruddas really know
That I be blowin heavy smoke
Every where that we go
The People always wanna know
Kid whatchu gassed on
Huh?
I say bruh you gone pass out
I'm the groovy man
They call me Hoovy man
When he on the beat
They say its goin ham
We might come around
Blow down a pound
Yeah I got enough
But you wanna match me now?
Smoke so much loud that I dont know my name
Just might have a 3 some with Jo n Mary Jane
I'm just tryna get my bread up like Nicholson
Most these Muhfuckas actin like they dont want none
But I want some
I go n get me some
But now that we dumb and had our fun
I say Muhfucka you can kick that bass drum
You know we be rollin up grams
You know we be cookin up jams
That's the shit we do when we ain't got no plans
Now I just needa couple fans
With they hands up in air
And wave them muhfuckas around like you just dont care
I guess I'm getting high pass it take another hit
I be feelin like an astronaut
Flying thru the sky doin this n what not
Blow a zip it got me goin through the ozone
Just fuck an old bitch i had to get a new phone
Still dont answer no leave a message at the tone
Time to go
Time to go like no ones home
I Be in my bag just like the ziplock
Wanna get tha bread ya just gotta twist tye
Ya Wastin ya ticks
Ya All on ya tocks
Hickory dickory
Aint never gone dock
Checkin the time
Eyein the clock
Stayin so fly
We Rollin in flocks
Pullin sticky out tha zippy little modern hippy ridin round got hambo with me
We just blow the whole thang
Talm bout the zip yeah we blew the whole bag
Rastafari boys ya we jammin reggae
You know we be goin ham
Yeah
You know we be rollin up bats
Yeah
It hit you in the face
You Ain't never comin back
Damn
I ain't ever lookin back
Yeah
History I put it in raps
Yeah
All the kids be doin drugs
Behind they parents back
I just woke up in a rocket ship
I guess I'm getting high pass it take another hit
I be feelin like an astronaut
Flying thru the sky doin this n what not
All my bruddas really know
That I be blowin heavy smoke
Every where that we go
The People always wanna know
Kid whatchu gassed on
Huh?
I say bruh you gone pass out
I'm the groovy man
They call me Hoovy man
When he on the beat
They say its goin ham
We might come around
Blow down a pound
Yeah I got enough
But you wanna match me now?
Smoke so much loud that I dont know my name
Just might have a 3 some with Jo n Mary Jane
I'm just tryna get my bread up like Nicholson
Most these Muhfuckas actin like they dont want none
But I want some
I go n get me some
But now that we dumb and had our fun
I say Muhfucka you can kick that bass drum
You know we be rollin up grams
You know we be cookin up jams
That's the shit we do when we ain't got no plans
Now I just needa couple fans
With they hands up in air
And wave them muhfuckas around like you just dont care
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Writer(s): Nick Hoover
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