Smoke It Up
I gotta climb a tree just to reach you
I fly red-eye since you always playing Jedi-ii-ii-iii
You be red-flagging, I swear you Piru
Shit get brazy
You be on your Suge at ni-ii-ii-iiight
Everyday with you feels like the Source Awards
"But that ass though"
Could've won you the Horse Awards
I'm chiefing peace, but you like war n' tings
I'm a fiend for dopamine
Doctor's orders, I'm about to go on quarantine
I'm giving up on living up to being perfect
Working just to prove to you I'm worth it
Hurting, even Stevie can see me
Bleeding, but you seem to think I deserve it
"Why don't you just be a man?"
"Whoa!"
Let me stop you before you start to go there
"Chill"
Hold there, hold there
Demon seeds but I refuse to grow there
I would rather be, I would rather be, I would rather be high
I would rather be, I would rather be, I would rather be high
Roll it up, smoke it up, feel it in my lungs (I would rather be, I would rather be, I would rather be high)
Tired of your talking, baby, just to keep it blunt
Smoke it up (I would rather be, I would rather be, I would rather be high)
Smoke it up, smoke it up
I fly red-eye since you always playing Jedi-ii-ii-iii
You be red-flagging, I swear you Piru
Shit get brazy
You be on your Suge at ni-ii-ii-iiight
Everyday with you feels like the Source Awards
"But that ass though"
Could've won you the Horse Awards
I'm chiefing peace, but you like war n' tings
I'm a fiend for dopamine
Doctor's orders, I'm about to go on quarantine
I'm giving up on living up to being perfect
Working just to prove to you I'm worth it
Hurting, even Stevie can see me
Bleeding, but you seem to think I deserve it
"Why don't you just be a man?"
"Whoa!"
Let me stop you before you start to go there
"Chill"
Hold there, hold there
Demon seeds but I refuse to grow there
I would rather be, I would rather be, I would rather be high
I would rather be, I would rather be, I would rather be high
Roll it up, smoke it up, feel it in my lungs (I would rather be, I would rather be, I would rather be high)
Tired of your talking, baby, just to keep it blunt
Smoke it up (I would rather be, I would rather be, I would rather be high)
Smoke it up, smoke it up
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Writer(s): Philip Whatley
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