Tryna Smoke

Wassup man, what you want?

Ayy, man, let me get a eighth, man

You want a eighth?

You want that fat eighth or a little eighth?

How much money you got?

Get out my pockets homie, let me just get a regular eighth

Alright well, come on in, don't touch nothin’ either

Smell this, this is, I just got this right here from Cambodia, it's a Cambodia Crispy

This ain't no Cambodia Crispy

Look, man, okay, I’ma be honest, that's really CBD

Just give me thirty seven dollars and you can have that

If I could fly

I would probably never come down

With all of the bullshit confusion on the ground

I wish that I was high

'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud

So I'm gonna call the bros

Tell 'em: Roll up one, right now

I'm tryna smoke

I’m so high, I’m so high, I'm so high-ah-ah

That’s just how I get by-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Lift that bird to the motherfucking sky-ah-ah

That's that pill, that's that fire, fire-ah-ah (I'm tryna smoke)

Don’t you cry, don't you cry, I-I-I ain't full high

I'ma ride it, I just need to put my mind at ease (yeah)

Someone tell my baby mama I'm just tryna keep the peace

I ain't here for all that drama, I'm tryna smoke

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Life's no fairytale, I know all too well (well)

Gotta plant the seed sometime

Then you let it grow

Inhale, exhale some more

Heaven in Hell

If you know, you know

That shit is beautiful

You gotta just let it go

Spark up a blunt and smoke

You better blow that shit out, man

Yeah, yeah

If I could fly (if I could fly, yeah)

I would probably never come down (yeah)

With all of the bullshit (all of) confusion on the ground

I wish that I was high

'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud (you know I can't live that way)

So I'm gonna call the bros

Tell 'em: Roll up one, right now

I'm tryna smoke

Tryna keep myself from looking over the edge (over the edge)

I know life's a bitch, but she could at least give me head (least give me head)

Sometimes, I mean, is that too much to ask? (Too much to ask)

That's why lately I've been smokin' on gas (smokin' on gas)

I know God is good, I know he keep me alive

I be probably talking to him most when I'm high

When I'm high, I see all this shit crystal clear

When I'm high, I see through the smoke and the mirrors

If I could fly

I would probably never come down

With all of the bullshit

Confusion on the ground

I wish that I was high

'Cause I can't live my life when it's loud

So I'm gonna call the bros

Tell 'em: Roll up one, right now

I'm tryna smoke

He's a janky dealer, why you make me drink?

What you want, bruh, what you want, man?

Smell this right here, man

Man, it's passionfruit?

Man, that's Coleslaw OG, baby

The fuck is Coleslaw OG?

Just gimme 65 dollars

65 dollars? You got me fucked up

Okay, well, gimme 48 dollars man, come on man

That's a fat bag, baby

48 dollars?

That's a whole ass— you can't even close the bag, man

Come on, man, goddamn, I c—, gas is goin' up

Gimme 39 dollars, damn it