Roll & Smoke (feat. CunaBear)

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Chevy, Chevy, Chevy on the track man
Let's go, yo, what up baby, rest in peace to my cousin Cam
Let's get it, uh huh, uh huh, C-Pote where you at
Super toine, CunaBear signature
Come on, come smoke with me, come ride with me
Where the riders at, uh, where Mary at
Let's go, let's go, flower, power in this bitch
Hey, Hey, Hey, hey
I started smoking first with Craig
Us and Tommy in the Honda, smoke for months up in Augusta
With my Peoples flip and Rhonda, burning green up out the pipes
With my truest brother Jason, burning Blunts
Just me and John, but it ain't when he be lacing
If across da hall from Nuna, I'll be smoking it with Joyce
When I hit my homie white boy, he say here you got a choice
Smoking in the expedition, me and Buddha on the low
Out in Woodhouse Lane, got it from my homie Roe
Me, Jerm, Worm cheese, Debo, and bullet
On the stoop, in Pt its with Miss Angie, she gon' hit me with the scoop
Used to smoke with Chris and Lack, in the Magnolia villas
Went the Poppa, or the Jerry, when I want to spend the skrilla
Wth my brother in his Charger, stressin', rollin', lil larger
In the parking lot of Sonics, get to it on the Chronic
OR At Bay Street, Blues Cheifing them up by the twos
Rollin' with my big sister, tryin' not to make the news
Come ride, come roll, come stroll with me
Come smoke, come toke, come choke with me
Come ride, come stroll, come roll with me
Come smoke, come talk, come smoke with me
Come ride with me, come smoke with me
Come ride, come smoke, come roll with me
Come smoke come roll, come smoke with me, baby
From NY to LA, I've been smokin' that fire
Frequent flyer, round my miles so you know I get higher
Had that Indiana homegrown loud as f*ck in' Savannah
Smokin' blunts with Skypager, A3C in Atlanta
On top of the W out in San Diego, had that Girl Scout cookie
On deck in Niseko, took the D train from the west to the east
Even chief with politicians when I'm up in DC
If you know me, I was in Ko fi fe, with a birthday blunt
With one of my OGs, I was high and hungry
Cause in Hungary I got high, had the best Buddha Budapest
Had in its life, shit I'll roll up a J and see what Prague's all about
Then cruise the autobahn with another joint in my mouth
Talkin' Amsterdam cafes, I got Kush, she got Haze
I light up and ride out, and smoke good like every day
Come ride, come roll, come stroll with me
Come smoke, come toke, come choke with me
Come ride, come stroll, come roll with me
Come smoke, come talk, come smoke with me
Come ride with me, come smoke with me
Come ride, come smoke, come roll with me
Come smoke come roll, come smoke with me, baby
It's just one of them days, stress is level eight
Heatwaves got me in a daze, work ain't working great
And my mind is in a cage, lately adhering to a game that I don't play
Got me boxing by my demons, now I'm drowning in the wake
So I set aside the pace at which
I'm moving, time to ride a smoother groove
Though I'm partial to the papers, even bongs will set me straight
Mother Earth provided nurturing through the plants that she creates
And I'm down to be the type of cat that elevates to higher planes
Upliftment of the spirit clears my mental fog as the room is full of haze
We may hotbox on the freeway, blowin down a breezeway
You know the tolerance is level nine and we keep that pack supplied
Yeah we keep the pack supplied, we just roll and smoke
Roll and smoke, roll and smoke, roll and smoke
We just roll and smoke, roll and smoke
I'ma take mine to the face, you best pack another bowl

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