Lyrics

Roll the windows up when you get in the car
And I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
It a Philly blunt
Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff
Turn the music high
(Mike Posner on the beat)
Roll the windows up, when I smoke and drive
(Uh-ah, yeah man)
All black car (Car)
Three percent tint
I can clearly see out
But you could barely see in
The end and only end
We blowing Indo-nesia
And I'ma let it hit 'til I get amnesia
I'm crazy the haze got me hazy I'm lazy
Tell Ben that there's Something About Mary and clearly (What?)
I'm so outta here you can say a **** spacey (Damn)
Pocket full of papers so I'm finna get some papers (Yeah)
'Bout to inhale like I'm finna see Satan (What?)
'Bout to exhale like I'm finna see my savior
So get the leaves and the trees like it's autumn
Have them windows all rolled up
And rolled up we told 'em man
Roll the windows up when you get in the car
And I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
It a Philly blunt
Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff
Turn the music high
Roll the windows up
When I smoke and drive
First of all 'til you ball like this
You don't put this type of piff in your swish
Get it? (Ha-ha)
We smoking on that poison, call it Michael Bivins
So if you selling to me then you got a lucrative business
Apprentice what you blow, while I'm smoking on that CEO (Uh-hu)
Top notch, I got fruit by the foot
In my fruit roll up, no cuts, no stems
No seeds straight THC, indeed (Uh-hu)
I'm tryna get stoned, like I stared into Medusa eyes
You ain't got green, well somebody tell me who supply (Sure)
So I can buy wholesale for the low
Like Costco or Sams
You got some, well damn! (Uh-hu)
Roll the windows up when you get in the car
And I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
It a Philly blunt
Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff
Turn the music high
Roll the windows up
(Hey, hold up man)
When I smoke and drive
I don't smoke Phillies, pass me a Swisher (Come on)
Bumping PMC, pouring out a little liquor
Trunk full of kicker, blunt full of OG
Ride behind tint, 'cause these jack boys know me
Smokin' sour diesel out of N.Y.C.
Keisha Cole in ATL, Obama kush in D.C.
Which one's better? Roll up I need a tie breaker (Tie breaker)
Take a ride downtown
Man I'm higher than these skyscapers (Skyscrapers)
Roll the windows up, tryna get my smoke on
2 in the morning, still riding with my locs on (Yeah)
Fuck the police, what these pigs gon' tell me?
Smoking bud at lights like X off of Bentley
Roll the windows up when you get in the car
And I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar
It a Philly blunt
Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff
Turn my music high
Roll the windows up
When I smoke and drive
This another banger, another hot exclusive
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It's A Matter of Time, the mixtape volume 1
Mike P, Don Cannon, DJ Benzi
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Written by: Mike Posner, Patt Piff, Sean Anderson
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