Contact High (feat. Bagz Marley)

Roll another one to cope
All I wanna do is smoke
I can get it on the low yeah
I stay high I float
Catch a contact if you get too close
Gotta keep one rolled yeah that's Fosho
I been fillin up cones alone and it keep me right in my zone
Roll another one to cope
All I wanna do is smoke
I can get it on the low yeah
I stay high I float
Catch a contact if you get too close
Gotta keep one rolled yeah that's Fosho
I been fillin up cones alone and it keep me right in my zone

Somebody took my doobie outta my ashtray how could they Do me that way God Damn it's ben a long day
They got me workin like a slave
But I'm just tryna get paid
I'm just tryna stay faded nigga I'm just tryna make it
I could take you through the basics
How to take an L and face it
I could show you meditations
I got good medication
Got a lotta patience
Roll one if you feeling anxious
Roll two if you feeling dangerous
Whoever said this was painless
I was ridin round with my stainless
I was goin through a lotta changes
I was goin through life's phases
Like a Ghallager I was shameless
Still kept the La in rotation
Lost a couple homies to the pharmaceudicals
You can see the weed up in my cuticles
Still savin all my roaches
Like a morning coffee I be roasted
I be fried I be toasted
Mix weed and kool-aid like a potion
Chill Mac highly focused
Keep a joint in my hat
Plus a couple more in my coat Yeah
They can't handle this smoke

Roll another one to cope
All I wanna do is smoke
I can get it on the low yeah
I stay high I float
Catch a contact if you get too close
Gotta keep one rolled yeah that's Fosho
I been fillin up cones alone and it keep me right in my zone
Roll another one to cope
All I wanna do is smoke
I can get it on the low yeah
I stay high I float
Catch a contact if you get too close
Gotta keep one rolled yeah that's Fosho
I been fillin up cones alone and it keep me right in my zone

Morning blunt ain't gon roll itself
Nigga smoke sumn
Niggas ain't high, niggas smoke frontin'
Niggas ain't buy, niggas smoke fronted
And I'm so blunted
On a cloud, as I dip through the atmos
And at most, niggas ain't even that close
Floating
Off the shroomies, still trippin to the cash flow. Ain't even gotta ask hoe, You know it
Mob ties, no witness, yea
How High, No Ceilings
Party on Cloud 9, & we chillin
Wit Chill Mac, and a big bag of Samson
Up in Smoke, like Cheech and Chong
Yo teacher's wrong
Yea, this a gateway, to the fridge
Maybe a gateway to yo bitch, but that's about it
Pass the Dutchy pon de left
Inhale to exhale the stress
Bad bitches texting me "what's next?"
Probably a whole bunch of sex
Super freak, & im in love wit Mary Jane
Like Rick James, no sniff
Smoking on Oochie Bang, chef's kiss
She gimme that good brain, with no lip
In a daze for days
In a maze, amazed
Wondering how the fuck did I get here
Niggas lame and lonely
Thought they gaining on me
Wondering how the fuck did he switch gears
It's me
Roll a stoagie out the pound, & jot down my mission to the millions
All I need is Mary (5x), smoke keep me out of my feelings
Aye Mac

Roll another one to cope
All I wanna do is smoke
I can get it on the low yeah
I stay high I float
Catch a contact if you get too close
Gotta keep one rolled yeah that's Fosho
I been fillin up cones alone and it keep me right in my zone
Roll another one to cope
All I wanna do is smoke
I can get it on the low yeah
I stay high I float
Catch a contact if you get too close
Gotta keep one rolled yeah that's Fosho
I been fillin up cones alone and it keep me right in my zone