Sammy Adams - Rollin' lyrics

O yeah! It's Wizzy!
(laughing) I'm having fun up in here
Man shouts to Boston! Shout out to
All my people! This shit's
Fun for me man! Everything's coming
In full circle wizzy!

Wizzy, Wizzy, stacking, get tipsy
Already killed 20 drinks
But feel like nuttin's in me
I gotta girl named Molly
Hottie hollas just to lick me
Fingerprints of bitterness are fucking
Me up quickly
Rolled out, swinging for the fence
You know like Griffey
On the runway, bridges off my plane
Sorry you missed me cloudless in the sky
But Stacy has the cabin misty
We just smoking Alias
But ain't fucking with Missy
I can't feel my legs
I'm Uma Thurman in this damn thang
My revenge is pill form
Adderall and Ying Yangs
Touching ladies, sweating, blazing
Flammable as propane
Champagne bottles poppin' and we
Cuttin' lines of cocaine
Feeling like a million bucks
Furthest from a bad place
Smiling on my inside
But, I'm grinding with my sad face
More and more I'm fallin', crawlin'
Stepping toward euphoria
Popping shots before it ends
Call me Robert Horry, brah!

If you wanna roll with me
Pop and throw ya drink back
Singles are for lovers
If you fucking take a trip stack
Love me baby I can take you higher
I can take you higher
Let's get a little higher, higher x2

On my shit, I'm out my lid
But notice how my words shape
Sean and Cudi hurricanes
Well I must be an earthquake
Hearing all these dudes show love
And then they spread hate
My pupils are big as fuck
'bout the size of pancakes
Rolly faced to Beezer state
Boulder boys we getting faced
Boston fam there's no replace
Meant to speak my life on tape
I don't know if this shit's fake
Either way my mind's erased
I love every body
I'm the biggest fan of good mistakes
Get your girl wetter than if you
Went and jumped in the lake
Stuck off MGM and ey, I'm puffin L's
Getting baked
Magic, in the playoffs, you a loser
You just get Laked
We still rollin' heavy boy
'til the day we get cake

Yeah!i'm sorry ma!