Smoke Session

You wanna be high
He might be high
She might be high

You wanna be high
Cause you tired of the bullshit lately
And you bored of your life, so you think bout getting faded
Every night you tired
Got them voices in your head, Heart racing
Aye, Go and pass the blunt cause I'm tired of the patience
In that hotbox smoking thorax
Smoking on my dead opps in this slow glow pack
When I smell weed I smell that death
And now you on the other side
Smoke one now you feel alive in this Frat House feeling fly

She wanna rock with me
Call it K-I-S how we smoking up the trees
Aye, Aye, Aye, She wanna rock with me
Playing Coke 45 as we rolling up the weed

And I got a bad bitch, and she bout to go break the bank, unh huh
Like call me Bob Ross, my choppa gonna paint yo face, Unh huh
She wanna get higher, told that bitch like where is the lighter
She walk in the room and her soul on fire
Told that bitch I will never retire
And my friends want me to stay but this shit is getting boring
Fuck I can't really stay, I got work in the morning
After party wanna be with bae and i rather be like snoring
Intrusive thoughts hit yo face now she really feeling horny

Aye, Aye, Aye, She wanna rock with me
Call it K-I-S how we smoking up the trees
Aye, Aye, Aye She wanna rock with me
Playing Coke 45 as we rolling up the weed
Aye, Aye, Aye She wanna rock with me
Call it K-I-S how we smoking up the trees
Rapping Coke 45 as we picking out seeds
Tired of going to this parties cause I'm steady losing sleep