Cyhi The Prynce - We Drink, We Smoke lyrics

(feat. Big KRIT & Yelawolf) [Hook:] We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke You can smell it on my breath You can smell it on my clothes that we We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke We drink, we smoke, drink and we smoke You can smell it on my breath You can smell it on my clothes [Verse 1:] Catch me rolling up some medical This sh** here look like vegetables I'm on that gas, I call it Texaco I'm on that Cally not that Mexico 17 in the clip, I got that plexico Roll a blunt while I'm driving, professional I'm so high, I think I'm extraterrestrial Huh, and your b**h is highly accessible, sh** She seen my busting down the swisher sweet, ha With more chains on that Mr. T She came here ask me, can she hit the tree But I notice that she came with a clique of freaks She say she 24 just enrolled in grad school I told her roll up, she said I'd be more than glad to She's on my cashews so I poured her a cup Then she asked, "can my girls have a gla** too?, because" [Hook] [Verse 2:] I'm high up, light up, And I've been that way since I poured that four Roll it up and let me smoke that dojo Even though I don't smoke no more Grip the wheel while I sway them bows, sky scraping on 24 Reserved the feeling and bring it back some more Can't feel my head but my eyes are low Gotta get to cloud nine I got a couple more miles to go They hit the weed outside, I never smelled this loud before Got a b**h that love to s** and f** When she take shots she done head too With 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 of them thangs She get hella loud we she dance Plus my neighbours always complain, cause I'm never sober Pissing on the curb when I'm over Could wait but the yard is just closer And sh**, I don't give a f** and I don't give a damn They holler at the window, "are you thrown?" Oh I said, "yes I am!" cause [Hook] [Verse 3:] Mix it up with some hydro chrome And I'm off to the O zone For the way, I'm gonna pack no dough With a sack of old clothes get my bo boat on Get the f** out the dodge in my charger But I don't need no phone, cause I can't call it But I might need a cab to call home, cause I'm an alcoholic Lick, lick, lick the stamp and send it The address is college, 6, 6, 6, 6, with a kiss and the envelope and mail it Have I been drinking tonight? well can't you smell it? I drown myself in whiskey like a fish I try to inhale it Don't need no p90x to get a 6 pack up on my stomach It's a goal of mine to hit the goal line But it's a subtle line until I vomit Make you party like a white boy, wake up and regret it Then relive it like you didn't do it, The night before like you never said it Motherf**er, Yellow Wolf never off his mojo So you better put down that brandy, like you better off with no logo Radio's under a tree, that shady good music Now put your straw with your cup and get f**ed up in some just do it Or just straight off a gla** bottle that's how troops do it Got your b**hes b**h on this sh**, two scoops of fruit and nuggets And your hundred proof fluid, soaked in lsd, chew it Now you want more, minus two of the three Stooges We drank, we smoke, it's me stupid! [Hook]