Devin The Dude - Iim just gettin' blowed lyrics
[Devin The Dude - Iim just gettin' blowed lyrics]
Yeah, blowed, yeah
The hear-say, the talking the chatter
Gossip and the rumors
See to me it don't matter
I barely go out, and if you ever see me
It's probably at a grocery sto'
But not on TV
Cause when I get high, I get hungry so I cook
Go get some weed and, open a book
Of papers, if I don't have a cigar
Hold up, wait I got some blunts in the car
Mad dash right back
With the fresh box of swishas
(oh I thought you said blunts)
Cigarillos what's the difference
It's bout what you put up in it
Nigga look at this spinach
Roll it nigga hit it
Two minutes you finished
I'm still getting thoed tripping on niggas
Wearing these Rumpelstiltskin clothes
But to each his own
Who knows behind closed do's but never mind
I'll mind mine I'm just getting blowed
Yeah, blowed yeah, getting blowed
While you mumbling, I'm crumbling herb
Niggas always tripping
Bout some'ing they heard
It's so easy to be the, one behind the topic
And the subject you won't love it
But there is no way to stop it
And ain't no need in plotting
Cause that shit will leave ya nothing
But alone and rotten
Friends gone and forgotten
But there's another option
You can just say fuck it pull out your dick
And tell all them hoes to suck it
Been through it influenced
Men do some crazy shit
Dabbled here on different drugs
Fucked me up and made me quit
My lady bitch slut hoe, whatever left me
(which one) shit all of em
They never kept me
Mary swept me off my feet, when I was younger
But yet and still at big events
They wonder why I brung her
Yes I hunger for someone
To understand the code
You can knock three times you'll see
I'm just getting blowed
Yes sir
Real early in the morning I be on that weed
In the afternoon yes I zoom-zoom
Until late in the evening
And then at night I just take flight
Up up and away so if you see me flying
By high don't mind me
I'm just getting blowed
Blowed, yeah getting blowed
The hear-say, the talking the chatter
Gossip and the rumors
See to me it don't matter
I barely go out, and if you ever see me
It's probably at a grocery sto'
But not on TV
Cause when I get high, I get hungry so I cook
Go get some weed and, open a book
Of papers, if I don't have a cigar
Hold up, wait I got some blunts in the car
Mad dash right back
With the fresh box of swishas
(oh I thought you said blunts)
Cigarillos what's the difference
It's bout what you put up in it
Nigga look at this spinach
Roll it nigga hit it
Two minutes you finished
I'm still getting thoed tripping on niggas
Wearing these Rumpelstiltskin clothes
But to each his own
Who knows behind closed do's but never mind
I'll mind mine I'm just getting blowed
Yeah, blowed yeah, getting blowed
While you mumbling, I'm crumbling herb
Niggas always tripping
Bout some'ing they heard
It's so easy to be the, one behind the topic
And the subject you won't love it
But there is no way to stop it
And ain't no need in plotting
Cause that shit will leave ya nothing
But alone and rotten
Friends gone and forgotten
But there's another option
You can just say fuck it pull out your dick
And tell all them hoes to suck it
Been through it influenced
Men do some crazy shit
Dabbled here on different drugs
Fucked me up and made me quit
My lady bitch slut hoe, whatever left me
(which one) shit all of em
They never kept me
Mary swept me off my feet, when I was younger
But yet and still at big events
They wonder why I brung her
Yes I hunger for someone
To understand the code
You can knock three times you'll see
I'm just getting blowed
Yes sir
Real early in the morning I be on that weed
In the afternoon yes I zoom-zoom
Until late in the evening
And then at night I just take flight
Up up and away so if you see me flying
By high don't mind me
I'm just getting blowed
Blowed, yeah getting blowed