Smoke On Lyrics


White Eyes

Lyrics to Smoke On
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What we gunna do right here is take a little smoke break... not the little white kind with the filters on it, but the kind that makes u high and elevates your mind. I'm talking bout... high.

Tell me which way is up cause I'm tryin to get fucked up. I wanna get hiiigh (everybody knows I wanna get high). If ya'll could just leave me alone I could do this on my own. I'm tryin to get high.

That's all I wanna do baby... Is get high

Roll it up blazed it up.
I ain't trying to get high I'm tryin to get fucked up.
I'm a fiend for the hizzerb.
Smoke anything green... Here lizard lizard.
I like to smoke til my eyes look chinese.
Fuck a dime bag give me four OZs.
Do you smell the aroma.
I'm about to fall in a Indonesia coma.
I fucks w/ snoop so u know what I need.
That's sticky icky with no stems or seeds.
I can't even drive, the smoke all in my eyes.
I don't give a damn, long as I'm high when I die.
Chain smoka I light a gook off of a gook.
I got it bad and I dunno what to do.
I inhale and exhale marijuana.
In church and all in front ya momma.


When I'm sleeping... I'm a blow be a gooky
When I'm hungry... I'm a blow me a gooky
When I'm thirsty... I'm a blow me a gooky
I'm a blow by myself or I'm a blow with my crew
This is my medicine
When I'm in pain no one makes me feel better than Mary Jane
I'm rappin just to make enough paper to gather up my shit and move to jamaica... Or Amsterdam where it's legal
Smoke dogs that's my kinda people
Is there a rehab for niggas like me
That's 25 and been smokin since 15?
I done forgot how it feels to be sober
Them days are over as long as I got doja
When it's a drought I'm going out to Cali
Without a doubt cause that's what makes me happy


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I love smokin that kiya
Long as a spia
And gets me higha
It's that stress free relaxation
No other drug is this elevation
So all my smokas it keeps me easy... easy... easy
And that's Fo sheezy
Let me smoke my, my marijuana
And stop harassin me-ijuana

I've smoked swisher sweets
Keep movin
You know what I'm doin(shit)
How many rappers you know brok as fuck?
I smoke weed like clockers smoke crack
I got it bad
I sell my soul for a pound of that White Willow
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