Blown

[Intro: Lloyd] (Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it) (Pass it all around, girl let’s get) Haha, yeah Aha, check it [Verse 1: Lloyd] I’m a racist smoker 'Cause I Only roll with white-boys Can’'t rock with blunts, oh no And I'm a average choker Smoke loud, and it make noise Hear it everywhere I go So, extra, extra, read about it (Read about it) The government should legalize it (Legalize it) Watch the crime rate drop And all the hate stop [Pre-Chorus: Lloyd] The tests have shown The cancer's here, and the next, it's gone It’s not wrong to cheech that chong So put it in a bong, and let’s get blown (Let's get blown, let's get blown) Oh, oh, oh And let’s get blown (Let's get blown, let's get blown) [Chorus: Lloyd & Female Vocal] I want you to Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it Pass it all around, girl let's get High I want you to Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it Time to slow it down, girl, let's get High Wanna get high, high [Verse 2: Lloyd] Slow motion when you inhale the smoke Feel mood change, now you're riding the wave So high, clouds status Ain't tryna fight it now, you gotta have it You gon' be my motivation So light this fire right now (right now, right now) The way you break it down, then pick it up It’'s something like a grinder right now (right now, right now) You've got the smooth flow On the exhale I got the long stroke Something you can feel, that's real So let's go to the level, you know so well And stay for awhile You know I'm invested in how you feel And that's why I want you to [Chorus: Lloyd & Female Vocal] Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it Pass it all around, girl, let's get High, high, high Break it, roll it, hit it, hold it Time to slow it down, girl, let's get High High [Bridge: Lloyd, Curren$y] The tests have shown The cancer's here, and the next is gone It's not wrong to cheech that chong So put it in a bong, and let's get blown (Let's get blown, let's get blown) (Put it in a bong) And let's get blown (Let's get blown, let's get blown) Stop, yeah, Eastside [Verse 3: Curren$y] She said, she ain't never been that high But proceed to hit it two more times She blown off strong in my '65 My Chevy feel like a Disney World ride She gone, she gone like she's not even home Got do-not-disturb mode on her phone Spitta got the game, let me put her in the code Audio dope they download, I make more dough To take those trips, have your friends jealous They can't catch us, but they can smell us I'm papered up, like, what can they tell us I'm papered up, smoking personal, call it a selfie I'm papered up, and I'm not selfish (Yeah, yeah) Papered up, blunts are not healthy (Are not healthy) Papered up, Jet Life, live life wealthy Papered up, papered up, bank account stretching Papered up, papered up, seven Rolexes, yeah (Seven Rolexes)