[Hook: Patrick Zae]
This is the last blunt for the night, baby
Slow your roll, yellow light
Need to slow your roll, yellow light
Need to slow your roll, yellow light
[Verse 1: Esteban]
I wish I'd get as high as you
That ain't nothing to brag about
I think for you the night is through
But we're gone end up lighting two
Ain't dancing but we dabbin' out
For me the game of cat and mouse
Is chasing that elusive high
Ain't never not made music high
Ain't never not been super throwed
Ain't never not made music though
And you gone come and scoop it from Duluth
And say it's stupid dope
Two below, who'da known
You'da grown to be that f**ing guy
Funeral, are you gone roll
Or are you gon' go too below
Or heaven when you motherf**ing die
The only sh** I know for sure is I don't know sh** for sure
The only thing that I deserve is work and then to work some more and work some more and work some more
And work some more and work some more
Forgive me for being repetitive
I just don't think that you get it yet
Better yet, let it set in, this that medicine
Sedatives all for ya' betterment, benefit idiot, aye
Geeks and the robbers my company
Few new revolvers, they come for me
Few model b**hes to comfort me
Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me, aye
[Hook: Patrick Zae]
[Verse 2: Don Cook]
My hips are saying hi to you
Finna swing the bat around
Kitchen missing all of the utility
'Cause I just use facility to pat you down
Sit you down on the counter
The sting on my back from the scene in the shower
Was me in a sleep for like three to six hours
The dream was so vivid and loud
Had me screaming like Meek on a Dreamchaser album
For reasons unknownst to me
Streets ain't been glowing this week
And the trees ain't been showing no leaves
And I leave in like four to three weeks
To go see who put focus on me
Selfishness show, but my reasons are deeper than most, why my feet keep on leaping from home just to keep this sh** going
Thinking 'bout hitting the road to proceed to record what's been seen
Sickle cell sh**, sh**, I'm sick as hell
Rolling with EZ, so weed all up in my nails
Pick up a Swisher to switch up what's inside the rello
We'd trip out to Denver to mellow my car
Bongs with the roomie and shroomin' with Zae
Picture a movie where dude is insane
But he stay keeping cool 'cause his music explain what he's doing to you so that you don't mistake this for losing
b**h, excuse me?
I'm pursuing my dream
Kinda seem like it's lucid
Went from spitting with dude that I knew from my grade
To one fourth of Legit, man
That sh** stupid-cray
Slow your roll
Look, you gon' be smoking whatever I give you when we hit that
Yellow light
Go fetch us a bowl that both of us can hit from, listen 'cause
[Hook: Patrick Zae]
[Outro: Esteban, *Don Cook*]
Aye, red light, green light, yellow, aye
Can't no f**boy hit the rello, aye
I've been going off for the Nawf, hella saucin'
Ya acting like ain't nobody tellin'
Tell 'em ain't nobody special
Everybody here rap
Everybody trapped but nobody live that
*As I pull up, fill up the tank
Know what to think, I tucked away the f**s I gave
I pump the brakes
Her fussin' face
The tux is suede
So whatcha' say?
The lusty way*
I'm custom made, I cut your bae and f**ed her face
My nuts are sway, it's us and they, do us a favor
Better duck the f** down
Two blunts I'm stuck now
*You f** with us?
Hit the club at sundown
'Cause I'll be at the function
I'll be at the - I'll be at the function*