Rollies
Where's my smoke
I can't find my smoke
Yo, yo
Pass me that
Roll the rollie up
Pass me the fire
I ain't feeling good enough
Couple homies hired
Till the stogie just a runt
Then they vanish disappear
Like everything that mattered
Guess they really didn't matter
Yeah I think its hella weird
How people turn to casper
And they ain't even dead yet
I tend to move backwards
Cause I wanna change my footsteps
Cut the grass shorter
Focus on the success
Not a tall order
Tryna ride into the sunset
Still a bunch of bad habits, I'm at an altitude
I be hella out of it, I really hate an attitude
Always got a bone to pick, but swear that I ain't mad at you
Yo, I swear that I ain't mad at you
So roll the rollie up
Pass me the fire
I ain't feeling good enough
Couple homies hired
Till the stogie just a runt
Then they dip and poof
Crazy how they pick and choose
When they wanna fuck with you
Got me hanging by a wire, tryna lead me on
Mama told me better watch for pylons
It be whatever's clever, still I'm gon crash
Seen some stormy weather tryna find dry land
Why I roll the rollie up
Pass me the fire
I ain't feeling good enough
Couple homies hired
Till the stogie just a runt
Then the stogie just a runt
I can't find my smoke
Yo, yo
Pass me that
Roll the rollie up
Pass me the fire
I ain't feeling good enough
Couple homies hired
Till the stogie just a runt
Then they vanish disappear
Like everything that mattered
Guess they really didn't matter
Yeah I think its hella weird
How people turn to casper
And they ain't even dead yet
I tend to move backwards
Cause I wanna change my footsteps
Cut the grass shorter
Focus on the success
Not a tall order
Tryna ride into the sunset
Still a bunch of bad habits, I'm at an altitude
I be hella out of it, I really hate an attitude
Always got a bone to pick, but swear that I ain't mad at you
Yo, I swear that I ain't mad at you
So roll the rollie up
Pass me the fire
I ain't feeling good enough
Couple homies hired
Till the stogie just a runt
Then they dip and poof
Crazy how they pick and choose
When they wanna fuck with you
Got me hanging by a wire, tryna lead me on
Mama told me better watch for pylons
It be whatever's clever, still I'm gon crash
Seen some stormy weather tryna find dry land
Why I roll the rollie up
Pass me the fire
I ain't feeling good enough
Couple homies hired
Till the stogie just a runt
Then the stogie just a runt
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Writer(s): Domenique Bradford
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