Magic - Smoke On lyrics
What we gunna do right here is take a little smoke break...not the little white kind with the filters on it, but the kind that makes u high and elevates your mind. I'm talking bout...high.
Tell me which way is up cuz im tryin to get fucked up. I wanna get hiiigh (everybody knows i wanna get high). If yall could just leave me alone i could do this on my own. Im tryin to get high.
Thats all i wanna do baby...Is get high
Roll it up blazed it up.
I aint trying to get high im tryin to get fucked up.
I'ma fiend for the hizzerb.
Smoke anything green...Here lizard lizard.
I like to smoke til my eyes look chinese.
Fuck a dime bag give me four OZs.
Do you smell the aroma.
I'm about to fall in a Indonesia coma.
I fucks w/ snoop so u know what i need.
Thats sticky icky with no stems or seeds.
I cant even drive, the smoke all in my eyes.
I dont give a damn, long as im high when i die.
Chain smoka I light a gook off of a gook.
I got it bad and i dunno what to do.
I inhale and exhale marijuana.
In church and all in front ya momma.
When I'm sleeping...Ima blow be a gooky
When I'm hungry...Ima blow me a gooky
When I'm thirsty...Ima blow me a gooky
I'ma blow by myself or I'ma blow with my crew
This is my medicine
When im in pain no one makes me feel better than Mary Jane
Im rappin just to make enough paper to gather up my shit and move to jamaica...Or Amsterdam where its legal
Smoke dogs thats my kinda people
Is there a rehab for niggas like me
Thats 25 and been smokin since 15?
I done forgot how it feels to be sober
Them days are over as long as i got doja
When its a drought im going out to Cali
Without a doubt cuz thats what makes me happy
Check this out
I love smokin that kiya
Long as a spia
And gets me higha
Its that stress free relaxation
No other drug is this elevation
So all my smokas it keeps me easy...easy...easy
And thats Fo sheezy
Let me smoke my, my marijuana
And stop harassin me-ijuana
I've smoked swisher sweets
You know what I'm doin(shit)
How many rappers you know brok as fuck?
I smoke weed like clockers smoke crack
I got it bad
I sell my soul for a pound of that White Willow