"Roll One" lyrics
I'm still smokin'
I'm still with this rap shit
I'm still black and ashy
I need lotion and chapstick
Every mornin' I'm rollin' up a fresh blunt
Cause I can't eat shit until I done smoked one
I'm a real weed head, this is not for the profit
I'm mad at myself for tellin' me I should stop it
I need 'bout three hoes, I need Doritos
I need some cupcakes, some juice, and Cheetos
Things on my drought
You don't want to see those
But I don't want no Oreos, I don't want to Fritos
I only want a bag of that good Sour Diesel
That good Sour Diesel? That good sour Diesel
I'm up here with the stars and the moon
In reality I'm chillin in the bar in my room
When I put one tooth under my pillow the tooth fairy left me one cigarillo
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Yeah, just like the way it make me feel
But you can't shoot it up and it don't come in pills
It ain't powder so you can't put it up your nose
And you can't hide it cause they can smell it in your clothes
When you can't think, up late, can't sleep
When I wake up, gotta puff 'fore I eat
In the studio, that's like the main thing I need
Some people don't like that's more for me
I'm a cigarillo roller, Southern story teller
I burn sticky green and sip thick yellow
I ride big trucks and like pretty women
Smellin' all good stuffed in some denim
I love one so much it hurts
Be with her so much I neglect my work
Northern Lights, Sour Diesel, Bubba Kush, and Purp
Get you some, kick back, then do this here mane
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
I blow up like B12 did a kilo
We don't need another hero
What we need, what we need is some dro and a BIC lighter
Your shit good? This here, shit tighter
Smoke on 'till my neck start dryin' up
On my last blunt guess I just didn't buy enough
I think I need to get a pound next time
Roll enough to smoke out with the town next time
I wanna be high as a bird on a mountain
Standin' on a hill stacked on another mountain
Feelin' like I wanna fly like an eagle
Snap back realize I'm still flyin' in my Regal
Calm down, drink a half pint try to reason with it
Drinkin' with my smokin' lot Sprinklin' some season in it
I ain't tryin to rush it I'ma look forward to easin' in it
My driveway they prolly gone be sleepin in it
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
I'm still with this rap shit
I'm still black and ashy
I need lotion and chapstick
Every mornin' I'm rollin' up a fresh blunt
Cause I can't eat shit until I done smoked one
I'm a real weed head, this is not for the profit
I'm mad at myself for tellin' me I should stop it
I need 'bout three hoes, I need Doritos
I need some cupcakes, some juice, and Cheetos
Things on my drought
You don't want to see those
But I don't want no Oreos, I don't want to Fritos
I only want a bag of that good Sour Diesel
That good Sour Diesel? That good sour Diesel
I'm up here with the stars and the moon
In reality I'm chillin in the bar in my room
When I put one tooth under my pillow the tooth fairy left me one cigarillo
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Yeah, just like the way it make me feel
But you can't shoot it up and it don't come in pills
It ain't powder so you can't put it up your nose
And you can't hide it cause they can smell it in your clothes
When you can't think, up late, can't sleep
When I wake up, gotta puff 'fore I eat
In the studio, that's like the main thing I need
Some people don't like that's more for me
I'm a cigarillo roller, Southern story teller
I burn sticky green and sip thick yellow
I ride big trucks and like pretty women
Smellin' all good stuffed in some denim
I love one so much it hurts
Be with her so much I neglect my work
Northern Lights, Sour Diesel, Bubba Kush, and Purp
Get you some, kick back, then do this here mane
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
I blow up like B12 did a kilo
We don't need another hero
What we need, what we need is some dro and a BIC lighter
Your shit good? This here, shit tighter
Smoke on 'till my neck start dryin' up
On my last blunt guess I just didn't buy enough
I think I need to get a pound next time
Roll enough to smoke out with the town next time
I wanna be high as a bird on a mountain
Standin' on a hill stacked on another mountain
Feelin' like I wanna fly like an eagle
Snap back realize I'm still flyin' in my Regal
Calm down, drink a half pint try to reason with it
Drinkin' with my smokin' lot Sprinklin' some season in it
I ain't tryin to rush it I'ma look forward to easin' in it
My driveway they prolly gone be sleepin in it
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
Roll one, fire it up, the take a hit, then blow it out
