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