Well Well Well
Always smoking dope
Trynna stay high
So high
Loaded on you
Just hanging with the guys
Roll me up some dank
Pour me up a drank
Coolin wit the gang
Do it all again
Duffle bag a chronic an it's strictly for smoking
Struggle in my sonnets
I just sprinkle thought provoking
Buddy brought the bottles
I just told em pop it open
Then a next one got the blunts
While I got the pot for tokin'
Gotta keep it goin' wit the flame that I been throwin'
Drip on broken moen
Let em soak up in the moment
Okie-doke opponents
With my potent cone components
Spoken omen zonin' wit the bros that I have chosen
Roll me up some dank
Pour me up a drank
Coolin wit the gang
Do it all again
Whiskey in my glass
Six trees in my stash
Hoping I'm floating smokin' token open gas
Put kush in my casket
That's it stuff it
Up on my dumb shit like a basket of buckets
Laugh at the public
The numbness they stomach
I'm high like a summit won't submit to substance
Assumptions this nothing
They bluffing that fronting
Top pop like a muffin got this dutch lit no oven
Roll me up some dank
Pour me up a drank
Coolin wit the gang
Do it all again
Friday night lights but we fried as lights lit
Private flight fly so we on the right trip
Wanna light piff covered in a white mist
And the juice got me loose
But I gotta tight grip
Freedom in my clutches so I feed it into dutches
Now its cheeba for the puffin' an it's really the macguffin'
Feel it while we huffin'
So ideally it ain't nothin'
Imma relay to my cousin so we gotta keep it runnin'
Trynna stay high
So high
Loaded on you
Just hanging with the guys
Roll me up some dank
Pour me up a drank
Coolin wit the gang
Do it all again
Duffle bag a chronic an it's strictly for smoking
Struggle in my sonnets
I just sprinkle thought provoking
Buddy brought the bottles
I just told em pop it open
Then a next one got the blunts
While I got the pot for tokin'
Gotta keep it goin' wit the flame that I been throwin'
Drip on broken moen
Let em soak up in the moment
Okie-doke opponents
With my potent cone components
Spoken omen zonin' wit the bros that I have chosen
Roll me up some dank
Pour me up a drank
Coolin wit the gang
Do it all again
Whiskey in my glass
Six trees in my stash
Hoping I'm floating smokin' token open gas
Put kush in my casket
That's it stuff it
Up on my dumb shit like a basket of buckets
Laugh at the public
The numbness they stomach
I'm high like a summit won't submit to substance
Assumptions this nothing
They bluffing that fronting
Top pop like a muffin got this dutch lit no oven
Roll me up some dank
Pour me up a drank
Coolin wit the gang
Do it all again
Friday night lights but we fried as lights lit
Private flight fly so we on the right trip
Wanna light piff covered in a white mist
And the juice got me loose
But I gotta tight grip
Freedom in my clutches so I feed it into dutches
Now its cheeba for the puffin' an it's really the macguffin'
Feel it while we huffin'
So ideally it ain't nothin'
Imma relay to my cousin so we gotta keep it runnin'
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Writer(s): D. Foster
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