Tryna Smoke
[Intro]
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
[Chorus]
If I could fly
I would probably never come down
With all of the bullsh*t 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
[Post-Chorus]
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 motherf**king 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
[Verse 1]
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 sh*t is beautiful
You gotta just let it go
Spark up a blunt and smoke
[Break]
You better blow that sh*t out, man
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
If I could fly (If I could fly, yeah)
I would probably never come down (Yeah)
With all of the bullsh*t (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
[Verse 2]
Tryna keep myself from looking over the edge (Over the edge)
I know life’s a b**ch, 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 sh*t crystal clear
When I’m high, I see through the smoke and the mirrors
[Chorus]
If I could fly
I would probably never come down
With all of the bullsh*t
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
[Outro]
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 f**k is Coleslaw OG?
Just gimme 65 dollars
65 dollars? You got me f**ked 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
