Rolling Tree

Rolling tree

Yeah baby come smoke with me

Come smoke with me

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We rolling tree

Rolling tree

Yeah baby come smoke with me

Come smoke with me

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Rolling tree up into that motherfucking blunt

Smoking green listening to MF in the subs

Knowing me one blunt is never enough

Call Yela for daddy's lambo and the pot up in the trunk

Fuck

I just want an abundance of nugs

No drugs

Shrooms dubes and a couple of hugs

Tugs

At my heart strings while I pull at their guns

But that's only if I haven't twisted one up

Sure maybe I depend on the smoke

Keep my eyes low but I feel so woke

I'm Bob Ross just with a different stroke

Painting this picture as I just toke

Nope

No longer into the coke

Breath of life is what I want in my nose

Music and weed is how I'm going to cope

When I feel at the end of my rope

Imma roll one up and hold that close

We rolling tree

Rolling tree

Yeah baby come smoke with me

Come smoke with me

We rolling tree

We rolling tree

Rolling tree

Yeah baby come smoke with me

Come smoke with me

We rolling tree

Come smoke with me baby

Please don't be shy

Use the fire from Hades

Just know we get high

OJ for the pasties

And the chilli cheese fries

Is how this guy lives in the blink of an eye

This weed slaps

You gotta give it a try

And fly into a paradise in the sky

My

Friend Rusty said you better enjoy the ride

Or try to die fried

And choke on all the pesticide

My

Fucking god

Smoking the Mike Tyson and nodding off

I guess I smoked a lot of pot

Hit quick like karate chop

Sharringan

Because I see your every move

Let it loose

Betty Boop

Stella's groove

Get a room

I'm in love with mary jane and she loves me too

Give me a paper and let me get into the mood

Ou

So many strains to pick and choose

I want a mix of those cookies but purple infused

Dudes

Don't get it confused

I want to be in a coma but indica induced

It's rude

To assume

That I lose

Credebility because of your views

You are the one's that need to smoke weed too

And if we can't smoke I guess we screwed

We rolling tree

Rolling tree

Yeah baby come smoke with me

Come smoke with me

We rolling tree

We rolling tree

Rolling tree

Yeah baby come smoke with me

Come smoke with me

We rolling tree

I don't think you understand

It's not like I'd do anything for a gram

But I would like to have some weed up in my hand

Puff puff always on the loudest joints

Even Betty Crocker would give me brownie points

Oink

Canadian bacon smoking oil shaggy saying zoinks

Conjoined

Scooby with a doobie just getting destroyed

Boy

Trying to be so coy

Enjoy what you were meant to motherfucking enjoy

Inhale the freedom and exhale the smoke from the joint

Feed your inner meaning and block out all the noise

Forget what you're seeing bells whistles and toys

To distract you from being hells missiles and their naughty ploys

Smoke some weed bro and maybe just chill

Seems like life broke and shits too real

No deal is how I feel when I'm playing the field

I'm gunna kill what I kill y'all know the drill

Make a mil out the till just testing my skill

Smoking till I die I can say fuck a pill

For real

R A P baby

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