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Roll Up

 

Roll Up


[Intro:]
Sometimes I get high to free my mind
Is that alright? (Right, right, right, right)
Sometimes I get drunk to pass the time
Is that alright? Is that alright? (Right, right, right, right)

[Hook:]
Let's roll up something, let's pour up something
Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up something
Let's pour up something
Let's roll up something, let's pour up something
Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up something
Let's pour up something

[Bridge:]
Sometimes I get high to get you off my brain
Is that alright? (Right, right, right, right)
Sometimes I like to get wasted
Sometimes I like to get faded
Sometimes I like to... I forgot what I was finna say

[Hook:]
Let's roll up something, let's pour up something
Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up something
Let's pour up something
Let's roll up something, let's pour up something
Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up something
Let's pour up something
Let's roll up something, let's pour up something
Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up something
Let's pour up something

[Verse:]
Before the hoes was ever noticing, bank was broken, full of overages
Crucified if I had spoken this, my heart was cold, it's so emotionless
Hear, hear, hear, hear, I can't hear my own thoughts
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, silence every phone call
Too much thinking and too much time in the attic
Too much drinking and too much weed for my habit
Too much passion and too much swag for the average
Don't need to explain if you can't change what happened
Uh, loose handshakes and fake smiles
More knives in my back than a steakhouse
Feeling like Em in Eight Mile
Lose yourself right now, I'm spaced out
Friends pretending they ain't enemies
Haters be whispering cause they envious
Know all the pain I got in my memories
Who got the pill that they had it limitless?
Now who says, now who says I can't get stoned?
Now who cares, now who cares who's right, who's wrong?
If you find a new clear, a new life with new air
A new flight with new stairs, you might move on...
And get faded, you might move on and upgrade it
You might move on and just get the bullshit out of the way
(Right, right, right, right)

[Hook:]
Let's roll up something, let's pour up something
Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up something
Let's pour up something (Right, right, right, right)
Let's roll up something, let's pour up something
Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up something
Let's pour up something (Right, right, right, right)

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