Wiz Khalifa - Gone lyrics

Yeah, it's Young, ya know? Crack that sh** down, roll that sh** up, light that sh**, pa** it Nah, f** that, face this one, yeuh, this for all my true weed smokers yeeuh, n***a ask me what's wrong with me... [Hook] I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low [Wiz Khalifa] I said I'm gone, off that pound of dank Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think But I'm stayin' high I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone) Off that Cali bud, what the f** you chokin' on? Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up? Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone) Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around And I'm blazin' right now, n***as tellin' me to hold on Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone) I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke n***as askin' me what's wrong, Blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone [Hook] I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low [Wiz Khalifa] I said I'm gone, off that brownish drank n***as know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed Hennesey and Hydro, rhyme slow n***a, I'm on a different type of a vibe This a different type of weed, and I'm a different type a high (my n***a, I'm gone) To a place that you probably never been in life Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right 'Cause I ain't tryna have this home-grown runnin', Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll somethin' (then, I'm gone) In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone Got me blown, I get more than high Fresh off of the plane Head start into my hotel Weedman in every city, yeah I smoke well (even when I'm gone) I ain't the only one, all my n***as puff pounds Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down My eyes low, and my words are getting slow n***as askin' me whats wrong, I blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone [Hook] I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low