Marty McFly - We Get High lyrics

Burning them blunts boy, learning them children I'm a different type of n***a, still ain't got no ceilings So the homies roll up, sometimes I roll up Rest in peace over beats you can call it donuts Something other ain't I told you, let your whip slow up Out the window acting stupid bet your b**h go nuts Irri-indo puff of course I got lungs Full of swisher sweet smoke, dump the guts, get a hit of this And the bong got chambers like Wu-Tang And we only smoke k**a, no Ghostface And the weed hair longer than 2 Chainz If you stepping in the circle learn to rotate Getting so baked Don't ask me about it n***a ask my whole state And I'm still up in the Bay where we grow grapes Tryna get it? It ain't all that hard to locate