Smoke Up (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Uh Smoke up like the Rasta, aqui en mi casa

Mami called me over got me saucy like the pasta

No worries it don't matter

Your angels will protect you

Never disrespect and smoke the chalice of this ganga

Smoke up like the Rasta, aqui en mi casa

Mami called me over got me saucy like the pasta

No worries it don't matter

Your angels will protect you

Never disrespect and smoke the chalice of this ganga

In love with ana, so many ways to spark up

But more I love them commas and knowledge like Dalai Lama

They know that it's my time up, my chakras aligned for rhyming

Third eye for the ones that's striving, the ones really alive

Living lives to the fullest, knocking out that to do list

Connected like the medulla, pursuing all that young mula

My be the tune up bringing me peace like Buddha

Attracting all these young cougars and making me cheese like Gouda

Who do that there, reaching out to snoop to tear one down and hop in the stu

Hot boxing we ain't airing out, ready to whip out that McLaren now

Follow the whip within the clouds if your seeking for my whereabouts

Learning the name and they can't ware it out

Burn by the ounce when I'm stoned, there's not much that I care about

Stay getting doed, elevating my flow strategically like the boy home alone

Uh Smoke up like the Rasta, aqui en mi casa

Mami called me over got me saucy like the pasta

No worries it don't matter

Your angels will protect you

Never disrespect and smoke the chalice of this ganga

Smoke up like the Rasta, aqui en mi casa

Mami called me over got me saucy like the pasta

No worries it don't matter

Your angels will protect you

Never disrespect and smoke the chalice of this ganga

Oye que te pasa, I'm taking flight like NASA

You heard the train was taking off, this sh more like a blast off

Like DMT with extra kief all in my

You can see when I breathe, with goals in mind to supersede

I love rolling up tree, enjoy smoking a bowl

Either way it go I'm smoking that down by the O

Straight making dough as a ghost, no comatose when I'm doed

It slow me down for sure but that just makes me smooth with the flow, ay

Then roll up some more, hit the Stu create a vibe and get stuck in the zone, yea

O's to an elbow, getting super stoned and there's nobody writing my flows

I just keep rolling with the pen, I feel the vibe in my soul

Beat finessing like I'm destined to introduce my persona

Grind a lot like I'm a stoner, Denver Colorado with the clouds

Hella loud with that aroma

Smoke up like the Rasta, aqui en mi casa

Mami called me over got me saucy like the pasta

No worries it don't matter

Your angels will protect you

Never disrespect and smoke the chalice of this ganga

Smoke up like the Rasta, aqui en mi casa

Mami called me over got me saucy like the pasta

No worries it don't matter

Your angels will protect you

Never disrespect and smoke the chalice of this ganga