Stoned (Reissue Bonus Track)

(álbum: Rolling Papers - 2011)

Aye you probably think you know where this is going
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned

And I remember back in the day
Before I thought about getting paid
The ladies ain't wan' give me no play
The haters ain't have nothing to say
They never let me into the club
The radio ain't show me no love
Gave my all, but it just wasn't enough
And complaining too, it's just how it was
And now I'm just posted
With my baddest bitch and we just kick it
In this villa watching pictures getting roasted
Vision getting clearer yea she open
But her eyes low, never under the clouds baby we floating

Aye you probably think you know where this is going
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned

I started coming up in the game
And people started knowing my name
They tried to put me into that lane
And we had to go our separate ways
Instead of fussing and flipping out
I did my thing and figured it out
Security tripping I ain't putting it out
Smokin loud
And all my peoples got champagne, fast cars by the bar wasted
Potent marijuana that aroma make her wanna taste it
Horses in my car, little Louis on my bracelet
When you live just like a star it feels so amazing

Aye you probably think you know where this is going
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll a joint, grab a bong
While I forget it all and get stoned

Aye you probably think you know where this is going
But this ain't one of them kinda songs
Somebody roll and let's get it on
While I forget it all and get zoned
Uh high but I'm focused one thing they know is
(If you rolling with the gang, then you rolling up another plane)
Ok no stems, no seeds I keep it G
And them lame niggas get dissed I let that bad bitch twist