Lyrics:
should quit.
[Chorus: x2]
Ya I get high.
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I
and pass
Oya puff and pass
Collect the loud
Anytime i roll up
I gatts to pass
Come to the back
No lose guard
Oga no go puff wetin go make you spark
6pm
bob and weave 'em, hit him with that Mayweather jab
I get the thumbs up like I'm hailin' a yellow cab (hailin' a yellow cab)
My flow nuts like M&M's
the east of the Thames
Slow down
Take a breath
Wait a minute
That
F double L got a nigga fitted
I just
Roll around with my villains
Sponge Bob socks
Out
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for
As beige as the smoke rising from the neighbour's shed
And I still adore the Pets
And Bob Newhart creases me up
Because he's not showy
Or shouty
He's just
Trying to roll a Bob Marley
Fuck a spliff
Wassup
Got a little bad bitch with me
Take a picture
In the kitchen
Like I'm about to whip some grits up
Excuse
it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love
back
Nigga by any means
I roll with the ones in my genes
I feel like the spirit
Inside of my chamber
Is really how
I've been perceived
Can't fuck with no
backing on me when
I dated tip on valley
Roll up the dope, where the bitches at?
Thinking that's a joke, won't get me that
Roll up the dope, where
At the limit push harder
Live it by the minute go farther
Shits a slaughter
Flow like water
Box don't exist shits broader
Got to run faster
I need
like your own babies.
I tried the bob and weave, she caught me by the sleeve.
And told the pap a few things that you would not believe.
She want
looking kinda icy
Know your boy sweet like a Hi-C
Got that hammer, I'm Bob The Builder
Talking bout the beat by the way
I am not a killer
24K on the neck
and unexpected jam-cipher
Another one, one by one
The upsetting station and the FM one o one
Twelve pm, two the bird's chirp
Even the smallest aspects play a major
to last until Monday
And it's Tuesday
The bitches still want me like a bouquet
I hit my nigga Agent
He want to roll up two Ls like Cool J
I'm like,
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
All my niggas playing god boy I'll remove you from this earth
Nah I can't get a job ya I'm on fraud & moving work
Think that I'm Bob Marley by
'm the ladies' pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl around like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock arenas
I
'm parked out front by mistake, I caught stunts (I caught stunts)
They was watchin' me roll up, seein' I was froze up (yeah)
She ain't come with nobody,
Intro:
I love it when the spirit takes hold of me
I just want to relax and roll some tree I
I just want to relax and roll some tree I
(Wether north
You take me up into a sordid heaven, a soft space of wet choirs and fizzing stars.
There, in your eyes, I find burning angels, and a pack
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out
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