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Roll My Weed

 

Roll My Weed


[Intro:]
So high, so high
Uh, look

[Verse 1:]
It's 6 am, I'm pouring up this shit is in my veins
Everybody is asleep I'm next to Shiev with no shame
I'm sayin, I push the limits so saying unchained
A fucking any more they couldn't contain
I used to sail ain't sleep hell snow
To the only thing left for me to sell was my soul
So I told the devil you could get it for the low
And sold it for some fame in a couple pieces ago
I suppose since that day I just froze fargo
Emotions buried in a deep dark hole my heart cold
I know I stay inside of your mind so I do anything
To keep you outside of mind, cold eye
Two times a hell I had the hell of the time, don't mind
I'm trying to sip until I fucking go blind, no lie
I push the limits but the ship pull me in, I can't win
May I begin, somehow it feels like the end but my friend
What's in?

[Hook:]
I just wanna roll my weed
And be here alone with you
If I can remain, if I can remain, ohh
Mix another cup for me, yeah
Making money, you know I love to get this money

[Verse 2:]
It's 6 pm, waking up, half a blunt on a dresser
Having nightmares of me folding under all of this pressure
Cold sweats, at least the pain come along with some pleasure
Old threats, this fuck boys always got a vendetta
Whatever bad bitch still asleep in my sweater, gets better
We ain't even together my nigga
I'm talking nines or better, it's now or never
Just me and my roll dogs we gonna ride forever
A few slight changes and a life friends intervening over night stranger
But that's life ain't it, damn
I take some shit to make the night painless
If you ain't talking money, it ain't the right language
Man, I'm taple christles in the christle glass
Cup full of oh, my right palm on your bitches ass
Young bells run the bitches ass, shout out my brother cash
Who knew the shit will last?

[Hook:]
I just wanna roll my weed
And here alone with you
If I can remain, if I can remain, ohh
Mix another cup for me, yeah
Making money, you know I love to get this money

Uhh

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