Fly Me To The Moon
I smoke a lot of pot son, cruise’n in some aviators, bitch give me top gun. Cop lights in my rear view, I got more grass then john dear do. Blazing, got my eyes Asian, smoking guns and roses, slashing you pussies like Jason. I got the game on lock like a mason, so sublime like date rape persuasion. You want to be free? Well here’s a forty, but I need like two or three when it comes to the O.E. Yeah boy I’m talking ‘bout, smoked a plane down, just smoked the next flight, get your roll game up then get your sex right, all these bitches hating cause they see me in the halls and they on their way to class but I ain’t tryna go at all, I’m just trying to smoke my weed (x2) yeah boy I’m talking ‘bout, I be with your girl and you think I’m tryna swag but the only thing I’m breaking up is the shit in the bag, I’m just trying to smoke my weed (x2) yeah boy I’m talking ‘bout, feel the pain in my swagger, I’m a buy you a drink, give me real good brains like I’m trying to think, then I beat it up like a drum set, are you done yet? Travis barker, I be gon’ in a blink, fuck what you think, act like I care, only rock a fitted when I got long hair and your bitch gon’ stare when I’m doing me, I smoke until reality isn’t there, yeah, yo I wrote that shit on the way to class the other day, I got to class n’ was like “yo, I fucking dumped,” n’ I be like fuck class I’m writing, get an A any day and a fucking W if we fighting, I’m a keep swinging on Mike Tyson, put the headphones in man, I swear it feel like they biting, think about it. See me at the mall and these bitches say they know me but I ain’t tryna hear them talk so y’all bitches should blow me, Im just trying to smoke my weed (x2) yeah boy I’m talking ‘bout, catch me at a party and we might just blow an L ‘til everyone come up to me and ask me if I sell, I’m just trying to smoke my weed (x2)