Brothers From Another, Raveena, Nacho Picasso - Blunt Talk lyrics
[Brothers From Another, Raveena, Nacho Picasso - Blunt Talk lyrics]
I wanna get high
So I gotta keep reaching that height
I wanna get fly
So I gotta keep smoking that flight
Real blunt's longer than the walk of shame
Only smoke shit with a filthy name
No-dirt weed like Mr clean
It's no mystery I got a history
Now I don't need that
Got self control, believe that
Up until Beeba's backstage
Yelling "where the weed at?"
So we're t-glowing that week amount
With that self control that I talked about
Staying comfortable up in a weed cloud
I'm staying comfortable up in a weed cloud
Roll Joe like wet burritos
I smoke count in amigos
Hit the cha-cha in my chinos
Like, yo quiero some Doritos, boy
Skip class and I still pass
High school day got ill traps
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Smoking on that Keisha Cole
Hit it once now he knows love
And smoking's not my usual
But, I can't seem to give it up
I'm under control i swear
I'm under control
Been long way down this road
And the past that gets me high
But, you swear it's getting old
Got my cup full of liquor and love, and so
You should slow down
I'll show you how to roll roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll
I'll show you how to roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll
Call me uncle Jessie (yeah)
I can rent you jet skis
You can drink my liquor
And I can buy you swishers
Soul sister, you cold sister
I grow witcha, do blow witcha
Soul glitter, I slow dick her
Like come hither then come in her
Hung baby you a young sliver
I bust a nut gotta yell timber
I'm a young skipper got a young ginger
In the viper room like I'm young river
Roll a crutch like my blunt injured
Free bird bumping Lynyrd Skynyrd
Rolling up a pinner before I pin her
I'm a born sinner, she a warm dinner
She a porn picture, Im an orange JIPSTER
Thats a motorbike now hold on tight
While I pour the sprite alright?
Ay, yo, this is BFA Nacho, though
Notice I ain't even fucking cuss
On the whole fucking verse
Ay, man i turned over a new fucking leaf, boy
Marijuana leaf
I'm under control i swear
I'm under control
Been long way down this road
And the past that gets me high
But, you swear it's getting old
Got my cup full of liquor and love, and so
You should slow down
I'll show you how to roll roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll
I'll show you how to roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll
So I gotta keep reaching that height
I wanna get fly
So I gotta keep smoking that flight
Real blunt's longer than the walk of shame
Only smoke shit with a filthy name
No-dirt weed like Mr clean
It's no mystery I got a history
Now I don't need that
Got self control, believe that
Up until Beeba's backstage
Yelling "where the weed at?"
So we're t-glowing that week amount
With that self control that I talked about
Staying comfortable up in a weed cloud
I'm staying comfortable up in a weed cloud
Roll Joe like wet burritos
I smoke count in amigos
Hit the cha-cha in my chinos
Like, yo quiero some Doritos, boy
Skip class and I still pass
High school day got ill traps
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Scottie's calling kicked up in the back
Smoking on that Keisha Cole
Hit it once now he knows love
And smoking's not my usual
But, I can't seem to give it up
I'm under control i swear
I'm under control
Been long way down this road
And the past that gets me high
But, you swear it's getting old
Got my cup full of liquor and love, and so
You should slow down
I'll show you how to roll roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll
I'll show you how to roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll
Call me uncle Jessie (yeah)
I can rent you jet skis
You can drink my liquor
And I can buy you swishers
Soul sister, you cold sister
I grow witcha, do blow witcha
Soul glitter, I slow dick her
Like come hither then come in her
Hung baby you a young sliver
I bust a nut gotta yell timber
I'm a young skipper got a young ginger
In the viper room like I'm young river
Roll a crutch like my blunt injured
Free bird bumping Lynyrd Skynyrd
Rolling up a pinner before I pin her
I'm a born sinner, she a warm dinner
She a porn picture, Im an orange JIPSTER
Thats a motorbike now hold on tight
While I pour the sprite alright?
Ay, yo, this is BFA Nacho, though
Notice I ain't even fucking cuss
On the whole fucking verse
Ay, man i turned over a new fucking leaf, boy
Marijuana leaf
I'm under control i swear
I'm under control
Been long way down this road
And the past that gets me high
But, you swear it's getting old
Got my cup full of liquor and love, and so
You should slow down
I'll show you how to roll roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll
I'll show you how to roll, oh, oh
I'll show you how to roll