Smoke Session Lyrics

You wanna be high

He might be high

She might be high

You wanna be high

Cause you tired of the bullshit lately

And you bored of your life, so you think bout getting faded

Every night you tired

Got them voices in your head, Heart racing

Aye, Go and pass the blunt cause I'm tired of the patience

In that hotbox smoking thorax

Smoking on my dead opps in this slow glow pack

When I smell weed I smell that death

And now you on the other side

Smoke one now you feel alive in this Frat House feeling fly

She wanna rock with me

Call it K-I-S how we smoking up the trees

Aye, Aye, Aye, She wanna rock with me

Playing Coke 45 as we rolling up the weed

And I got a bad bitch, and she bout to go break the bank, unh huh

Like call me Bob Ross, my choppa gonna paint yo face, Unh huh

She wanna get higher, told that bitch like where is the lighter

She walk in the room and her soul on fire

Told that bitch I will never retire

And my friends want me to stay but this shit is getting boring

Fuck I can't really stay, I got work in the morning

After party wanna be with bae and i rather be like snoring

Intrusive thoughts hit yo face now she really feeling horny

Aye, Aye, Aye, She wanna rock with me

Call it K-I-S how we smoking up the trees

Aye, Aye, Aye She wanna rock with me

Playing Coke 45 as we rolling up the weed

Aye, Aye, Aye She wanna rock with me

Call it K-I-S how we smoking up the trees

Rapping Coke 45 as we picking out seeds

Tired of going to this parties cause I'm steady losing sleep