Stoned
And you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab it a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
And I remember back in the day
Before I thought about gettin paid
The ladies ain't wan give me no play
The haters aint have nuthin to say
They never let me into the club
The radio ain't show me no love
Gave my all, but it just wasn't enough
And complaining too, it's just how it was
And now i'm just posted
With my baddest bitch and we just kick it
in this villa watchin pictures gettin roasted
Vision gettin clearer yea she open
But her eyes low, never under the clouds baby we floatin
Aye you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
And you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
I started coming up in the game
And people started knowin my name
They tried to put me into that lane
And we had to go our separate ways
Instead of fussin and flippin out
I did my thing and figured it out
Security trippin I ain't puttin it out
Smokin round
And all my peoples got champagne, fast cars by the bar wasted
Potent marijuana that aroma make her wana taste it
Horses in my car, little louis on my bracelet
When you live just like a star it feels so amazing
And you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
Aye you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
Uh high but I'm focused one thing they know is
(If you rollin wit tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
Ok no stems, no seeds I keep it G
(If you rollin wit tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
(If you rollin wit tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
And them lame niggas get dissed I let that bad bitch twist
(If you rollin up tha gang, then you rollin wit another plane)
(If you rollin up tha gang, then you rollin wit another plane)
(If you rollin up tha gang, then you rollin wit another plane)
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab it a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
And I remember back in the day
Before I thought about gettin paid
The ladies ain't wan give me no play
The haters aint have nuthin to say
They never let me into the club
The radio ain't show me no love
Gave my all, but it just wasn't enough
And complaining too, it's just how it was
And now i'm just posted
With my baddest bitch and we just kick it
in this villa watchin pictures gettin roasted
Vision gettin clearer yea she open
But her eyes low, never under the clouds baby we floatin
Aye you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
And you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
I started coming up in the game
And people started knowin my name
They tried to put me into that lane
And we had to go our separate ways
Instead of fussin and flippin out
I did my thing and figured it out
Security trippin I ain't puttin it out
Smokin round
And all my peoples got champagne, fast cars by the bar wasted
Potent marijuana that aroma make her wana taste it
Horses in my car, little louis on my bracelet
When you live just like a star it feels so amazing
And you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
Aye you probably think you know where this is goin
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned
Uh high but I'm focused one thing they know is
(If you rollin wit tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
Ok no stems, no seeds I keep it G
(If you rollin wit tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
(If you rollin wit tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
And them lame niggas get dissed I let that bad bitch twist
(If you rollin up tha gang, then you rollin wit another plane)
(If you rollin up tha gang, then you rollin wit another plane)
(If you rollin up tha gang, then you rollin wit another plane)
Credits
Writer(s): Tor Erik Hermansen, Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Cameron Thomaz
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