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)